[sara butt]

Zameen-e-Dard Ki Matti Mehkati Rehti Hai
Kabhi Rukti Hi Nahi Intezaar Ki Barish

 

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[sara butt]

Mere israr par aakhir.
Bht majbur ho kar aj.
Mujhe apni nigahon ki udasi.
Sonp di us ne.
Bht bebas bht tanha.
Bht bikhri mohabbat ki us ne.
Khalish jo us k dil min thi.
Ab wo meri amanat he.
Shikasta lehje ki jitni thakan thi.
Bol di us ne.
Meri khatir mujhe apni mohabbat.
Keh nhi paya.
Magr….
Aaj apne ansu se.
Mohabbat taul di us ne…!!!

 

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[Zafina]

beautiful....Keep sharing.

 

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And Your Lord Never Forget

[sara butt]

December aakhri ho ga.
December mujh se bola tha.
Ab k jab min aon ga.
Tujhe phir se pukaron ga.
Use min sath laon ga.
Jo tujh ko bhool betha he.
K jis k hijar ka lawa.
Tera tan man jalata he.
K jis ki yad ki jheelon min.
Tum aksar doob jate ho.
K jis k waste bethe.
Yahan tum geet gate ho.
December mujh se bola tha.
Suno tum bhool na jana.
Jo yaden us ne sonpi hen.
Jo lamhe us ne bakhshe hen.
Chahe ye zakham sare.
Rooh ka nasoor ban jaen.
Inhen bharne nhi dena.
Inhen marne nhi dena.
K in zakhmon pe marham.
Aik din us ne hi rakhna he.
December a gaya lekin.
December wo nhi aya.
K jis ne mujh se bola tha.
Use wo sath lae ga.
Mujhe phir se pukare ga.
December! ghor se sun lo.
Use bhi tum bata dena.
Ye sansen machli bethi hen.
Ab rukhsat pe jane ko.
Ye ankhen bhi barasti hen.
Use wapas bulane ko.
Magr ye jante hen hum.
humen wo bhool betha he.
December aye jo ab ho.
To itna yad rakh lena.
December aur hi tha wo.
K jis ne mujh se bola tha.
Mujhe umiden bakhshi thin.
Mujhe jeena sikhaya tha.
Bht masoom the hum to.
Jo itna bhi nhi samjhe.
December to December he.
Sab hi ko rulata he.
Hamesha der karta he.
Sanam k taur rakhta he.
Sada akhir min ata he.
December us se keh dena.
Mujhe jitna bhi tarpa le.
K tujh se haar mani he.
Ab hum ne ye hi thani he.
Yon us se door jana he.
Kabhi wapas na ana he.
Chalo choro ab jane do.
December kuch bhi na kehna.
Koi shikwa nhi karna.
K jis se ye guman guzre.
Use hum yad karte hen.
Usi ki raah takte hen.
K apni zindagani ka.
Is sari kahani ka.
Ye manzar akkhri hoga.
December aakhri ho ga.
December aakhri ho ga.

 

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[sara butt]

Mujhe aksr ye kehti thi.
K itni bar kehte ho.
Mujhe tum se mohabbat he.
K ab dil par.
Ye sunne se.
Asar koi nhi hota.
Magr.
Jab aaj danista.
Nhi bola use min ne.
Mujhe tum se mohabbat he.
To us ki aankh bhar ayi.

 

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[sara butt]

Suno!
Naraz ho hum se.
Magr hum wo hen jin ko manana bhi nhi ata.
Kisi ne aj tak hum se muhabat jo nhi ki he.
Muhabat kis trah hoti he?
Humare shehar k atraf min to.
Sakht pehra tha khizaon ka.
Or is shehar-e-pareshan ki fasilen.
Zard belon se ladi thin.
Or un min na khushbu thi, na koi phool tum jesa.
Mehak uthe humare deeda-o-dil jis ki qurbat se.
Hum aise shehar ki sunsan galiyon min.
Kisi sukhe hoe wiran patte ki trah se the.
K jab zalim hawa hum par qadam rakhti.
To us k paon k niche humara dam nikal jata.
Magr pat jhar ka wo mosam.
Suna he tal chukka ab to.
Magr jo haar hona thi.
So wo to ho chuki hum ko.
Suno!
Haare hoe logon se to rootha nhi karte.

 

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[Kkashif]

Very nyc collection Sara....

 

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Kashif

[AKHROT]

[sara butt]

thanks soooooooo much aap sabko poetry psand aahii
bht khush rahiye

 

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[sara butt]

Tere shehar ki simat.

Rawan dawan badlon se.

Keh di he wo har bat dil ki.

Jo faqat tum se thi kehni.

Rat jab jal thal bheege tera angna.

To is barasti barish ko tum.

Gor se sunna.

 

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