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Pyaar ke Intejaar mai

Chal rahi fiza tham si gai,
Ghata ki aandhi ruk si gai,
Chalte - chalte achanak kadam thehar se gaye,
Nazaane kyu?...
Aankhon mai dard tha,
Honton pe udasi thi,
Chadar mai lipti sisakti rahi mai saari raat...
Tumhare intejaar mai....
Aankhon mai intejaar tha tumhare iqrar ka,
Dil bekarar tha tumhari chah ka,
Ye jaankar bhi ki tum na aoge...ye dil anjaan tha,
Nazaane kyu?...
Saari umar yu hi bita di tumhare pyar ke intejar mai,
Dil mai aag lagi thi ...par dil na jalaya tumhare pyar mai,
Dil ho chuka tha bebas ..par haar na maani tumhare pyar mai,
Tumhare intejaar mai...
Ji rahi thi mai tumhari rah takte- takte,
Mit rahi thi mai har pal kat te-kat te,
Thi darkar tumhare aane ki dustak par,
Tham gai ye saanse tumhare rah tak te- tak te,
Par tum na aaye...
Nazaane kyu?

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