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likhte qamar ki chadar lapete hue,

befikr unki dilkash siyah se lapete hue,


raakh dil aur rooh pe kafan lekar,

woh aaye darr pe mere khaamoshi lapete hue,


bezubaan lab aur aankhein ghamzada,

jaise ho asmaan mayoos bedardi lapete hue,


jab poocha raasta anjaan musafir se,

woh mashgul pareshaan bekhabri lapete hue,


khud toh dedaar ko tarse chasm mere,

ahsaan haathon me teri tasveer lapete hue.

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