Untold...!

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Untold...!


Kisi ke kareeb jaana chaho par na jaa pao,
Toh dard hota hain...

Khayaal uska rakhna chaho par na rakh pao,
Toh dard hota hain...

Hum chah kar bhi dooriyaan mita na sake,
Kisi aur ko uske najdik aate dekhne par dard hota hain...

Nakabon mein jeene ki aadat hain humko,
Cheeje chipane ki aadat hain humko,
Koi yeh Nakab hatake toh dekho,
Us ke neeche yeh dard chipa hain...!


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