Us paar ka kinara,
Is paar ke kinare se puchta hai.
Tu door se mere khwaab kuchalta hai.
Tu lehron se ranjish kerta hai.
Aub jawab de-
Kyun aankhir herdum sergoshi si kerta hai?
Kinara pal bher ke liye sehma-
Aur fir muskura gaya.
Bola dard ke rishtey se-
Aaj tu bhi mila hai.
Ye ilzaam nahi mukaddar hai tera-
Ki her kinare se door rehker-
Tu bhi yahin khojta hai.
Kisi doosre kinare ko dard ka maanjhi bolta hai!
Mera bhi haal kuch esa he hai yahan....
Per idher na ranjish hai aub-
Na dard hai koi.
Aur na he aub ehsaas koi machalta hai.
Shayad naseeb he aub-
Sub khwaab humaare kuchalta hai.
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