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pyaar nibhana atta hai?

Mujhe maaf karna par ab ye isqh mujhse doobara na ho payega... Par saalon baad ye ehsaas mujhe zinda rakhi hai !

Kamal hai ye unn farishton ka jo har baar galat sandeshe par pahuch jati hai...

Kya hai tumhari nigahon mein jo tumhe mujhse kareeb lati hai?
Agar nahi hai pyaar toh woh baar baar mere pass hi kyun atta hai?

Lakeerein keech rakhi hai hamare beech par iss baar isse mitana koi nahi chahta..

Tumhe samjhna zaroor mujhe nahi ataa 
Par phir bhi kyun tu mujhe sab batana chahta hai?

Galtiyon se seekha hai maine, mujhe hadd se zayda pyaar nibhana atta hai ...par kya tu bhi kuch aisa hi karna chahta hai?
kya mujhe bhi tu bhata hai?

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