mrasim lakh gehry hn, dilo k dil sy phr b jb, mily na unko wo chahat k js k khwb dkhy hn,tu asy mai phr ehl e dil, wfor e ghm sy ghbra kr, dilo pr chot si kha k, mrasim tor dty hen..

sfr js ki na minzil ho, thkn hi jska hasil ho, musafir thk k bil akhir wo rasty chor dty hen.

skun brbad hota hai ye dil nashad hota hai, bzahir kuch nae khty, khamoshi sy sleky sy, smbhl k toot jaty hen..

peda kr nae sakty ksi k dil mai jb arman, thky panchi ki sorat ye wapis lot aty hen.

phr unko lakh bulwao, kye apny pe pachtao, mgr ye rothny waly, kbi wapis nae aty, khyalao k sfr mai ye sda pehchan lety hen, khata ko bhol jany ki dilo mai thaan lety hen,

mgr wapis nae aty….

wapis nae aaty..!!!