[Flower~]

ﻣﺤﺒﺘﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺣﺴﺎﺏ ﺗﮭﺎ ..................... ﻧﮧ
ﻋﺪﺍﻭﺗﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺷﻤﺎﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺍﺳﮑﯽ ﺫﺍﺕ ﻋﺬﺍﺏ ﺗﮭﯽ ..........
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺭﻭﺡ ﮐﺎ ﻭﮦ ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ

ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﭘﯿﺎﺱ ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﮨﯽ ﺑﮍﮪ ﮔﺌﯽ ......ﮐﮧ
ﺳﺮﺍﺏ ﺟﺘﻨﮯ ﻣﻠﮯ ﻣﺠﮭﮯ
ﮨﻮﺍ ﺩﮬﻮﮐﮧ ﺟﺲ ﭘﮧ ﮔﻼﺏ ﮐﺎ .............. ﻭﮦ
ﺳﻠﮕﺘﺎ ﺟﻠﺘﺎ ﺷﺮﺍﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ

ﺍﺳﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﻣﮍ ﮐﺮ ﺻﺪﺍ ﻧﮧ ﺩﯼ ....... ﭘﻠﭧ
ﮔﯿﺎ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻭﮦ ﺭﺍﮦ ﺳﮯ
ﻣﯿﮟ ﺧﺰﺍﮞ ﮨﻮﺍ ﺗﻮ ﭘﺘﮧﭼﻼ
ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺫﺍﺕ ﮐﺎ ﻭﮦ ﻧﮑﮭﺎﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ

ﺗﻮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺩﻭﺭ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺩﻭﺭ ﮨﻮﮞ .. ﮐﯿﻮﮞ
ﺍﻟﮓ ﮬﻮﺋﮯ ﯾﮧ ﺭﺍﺳﺘﮯ
ﺗﯿﺮﯼ ﭼﺎﮬﺘﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﮔﺮﯾﺰ ﺗﮭﺎ
ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺁﻧﺎ ﮐﺎ ﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ

ﻭﮦ ﺍﮔﺮ ﮐﺴﯽ ﮐﻮ ﻣﻠﮯ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ............. ﺗﻮ
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺑﺘﺎﺩﮮ ﺍﺳﮯ ﺫﺭﺍ
ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻓﻦ ﺷﻌﺮ ﮐﯽ ﺑﮯ ﺧﻮﺩﯼ ...... ﺗﯿﺮﮮ
ﻋﺸﻖ ﮨﯽ ﮐﺎ
ﺧﻤﺎﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ

 

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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,”~