Treasure Island

dr.Neha gupta the POEMLOVER

(28 july 1989 / india)

All Urs

Tu jo juda hua to
Dil mera toot gya hai
Teri hr yad ko seene se lagaye ro raha hai
Kash tum ye jaan pati
Ki ye tera ab ho gya ha
Teri har baat ko hr raat ko je jeeta hai
Tune na jana ki ye tera ho gya hai
Tu hi hai jannat, ye ibadat ye jaanta hai
Tete jaane k dr se ye rota hai
Mera dil me tu bs rehta hai
Tu ise chorh kar ab kbi na jaana tu
Ye bina tere bs tadapta hai
Tu meri jaan hai, bs yahi manta hai
Jo tum na aayi to
Ye na ab jee yega
Kyu tune is dil
Khel k chorh diya
Ab ye na kehta na sunta hai
Bs tere yaad me jeeta na mrta hai
Bs yahi jaan kr hr pal ye rota hai
Mera to ye tha
Ab tera ho gya hai...

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 25, 2013

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