Your love is rain dry. A drop left at the bottom. She slapped it up with poetry. And I was then I forgotten.
Kya Mila Muhabbat Se,
Khawab Ki Masaafat Se,
Wasal Ki Tamaazat Se,
Roz-O-Shub Riyaazat Se,
Ek Hijr Ka Sehra,
Ek Shaam Yaadon Ki,
Ek Thaka Hua Aansu...
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