Miss neelam


yo chipa hu pershanni mein,kya btaau kitne harayni me,
Alfaz kam pad gye ,byaa karne lge jab kuch harayni me,
Dard ka selab jab uthta ha, na jane kitne kuch btata h,
Khyaniya mere attet ki, kya btau kase btau,
bo dar ke din, bo maa ki mar ki fikar ,
kuch logo ki fikar, kuch apne gamo se pershan,

Bo raat raat bar jag kar yad karna usse,
kbi padna, kbi chana use, kbi khone ka dar,
kbi pane ki fikar, khi kho to nhi dungi usse,
ase hoti thi mere uske liye fikar,
fr school ka bo akhiri sal, jane kya kehar laya,
etne salo me jo paya tha sab dah gya,

Fr pershani ke din, mannto ke din,
kbi melenge ya nhi ase afato ke din,
fr milna tumse hua ek bar,
aur jab tumne kha kon ho tum jante nhi,
to btao kase jeete hum tumare bin,
tabse hi pershaan ha, agge kuch smj aya nhi,
bas jee rhe ha ab,kya khe bewaffa ya waqt ka fasla ,
smja do fr aakar ek bar.

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