Ki saare khone ke gHam, paaye hamne paane main.....
Nowhere can an example, be cited of this state.
That all grieves of loss, could to winnings relate.....
.
Wo shakl pighlee, to her shai men dhal gaee jaise.
Ajeeb baat hui hai, use bhulaane men........ ..
That face got melt, to mould in all shapes.
To forget her, a strange thing happened of late......
Jo muntzar n mila wo, to hum hain sharmindaa.
Ki humne der lagaa di, palat ke aane men........
Well, I am ashamed, that she could not wait.
Took far too long, to look back at her state....
.
Lateef tha wo takHayyul se kHwaab se naazuk.
Gawaan diya use humne hi aazmaane men .......
Softer than thought, more delicate than dream.
I lost her out of my questioning trait......
Jhuka darakHt hawaa men, to aandhiyon ne kahaa.
Ziyaada farq nahin, jhukne, toot jaane men......
To the bent tree, wind storm had hissed to say.
To bend or break, is not such a different state.....
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