Love-Poetry
Love Poetry
Bus yunhi rasmi rasmi sa
Ik be-mafhoom ta�aruf tha
Us ne mera number mang liya
Phir ik din telifone kiya
Phir fone kiya..
Phir fone kiya..
Ik roz thi barish zoro�n per
Baadal garjay, Bijli chamki
Phir boondai�n barsi khirki per
Tab uska telifone aya
Be-saakhta meine us se kaha
Barsaat mein tanhai ki saza
Kyun deti ho?
Kyun karti ho tum fone mujhy?
Kuch lamho�n tak wo chup si rahi
Phir kehnay lagi:
Jo aap ka dheema lehja hai
Mujhy be-hadd acha lagta hai
Awaaz jo ap k honto�n se
Tashna kaano�n tak aati hai
MUJHY �USKI� YAAD DILATI HAI�!
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