Your love is rain dry. A drop left at the bottom. She slapped it up with poetry. And I was then I forgotten.
Wo Tha Faasla e Dua Aur Mustajabi Me K Dhoop Mangne Jaate To Abbar Ajata
Wo Mujhe Chor K Jis Shakhs K Pas Gaya Barabari Ka Bhi Hota To Sabar Ajata
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