[Flower~]

ﺍﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﮨﮯ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺑﺎﺭﺵ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﻮﺗﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﺎﺍﻟﻔﺮﺽ ﮨﻮ
ﺑﮭﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺍﮎ ﭘﻞ ﮐﻮ ﮨﻮﺗﯽ ﮨﮯ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺻﺪﯾﺎﮞ ﺧﺸﮏ ﺳﺎﻟﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮔﺰﺭﺗﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ
ﺍﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﮨﮯ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﺱ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻭﺻﻞ ﮐﯽ ﺑﺎﺭﺵ ﮐﻮ ﺻﺪﯾﺎﮞ ﺑﯿﺖ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ
ﻣﮕﺮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﻮﺗﯽ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﺎﺍﻟﻔﺮﺽ ﮨﻮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺻﺪﯾﻮﮞ ﮐﯽ
ﺟﺪﺍﺋﯽ ﻣﺎﺭ ﺩﯾﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺍﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﮨﮯ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﭩﮏ ﺟﺎﻧﮯ ﮐﺎ ﺧﺪﺷﮧ ﺳﺐ ﮐﻮ
ﺭﮨﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﭘﯿﺎﺳﮯ ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﺟﺐ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﭩﮏ ﺟﺎﺋﯿﮟ
ﺍﻧﮭﯿﮟ ﺭﺳﺘﮧ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﺘﺎ
ﺍﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﮨﮯ
ﻭﻓﺎﺅﮞ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺍﭨﺎ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﮯ ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﮔﺮ
ﻭﻓﺎ ﮐﮯ ﺍﻥ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﭩﮏ ﺟﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﻭﮦ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺑﮭﺮ
ﺍﻥ ﺳﺮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮨﯽ ﺭﮨﺘﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻭﺍﭘﺲ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺁﺗﮯ

 

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~“She said, Never forget me
as if the coast
could forget the ocean
or the lung
could forget the breath
or the earth
could forget the sun,”~