humay iski koi umeed nahin hoti
ye achaanak aa jati hai
park main
bookstore main
aur yahan jahan main ab khaDi hoon
mohabbat tumhari kameez pe lipit kar
aasani se oopar chaDti hai
ek scarf ki tarah gallay main lag jati hai
aur hamara sardi ka mausam kam ho jata hai
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