شامِ زندگی تیرے بغیر یوں جلتی رہی
مجھ کو رُلاتی رہی اور خود پگھلتی رہی
محبت تھی اُس صحرا کی ریت کی طرح
کہ جتنی بھی پکڑی ہاتھ سے نکلتی رہی
مجھ کو رُلاتی رہی اور خود پگھلتی رہی
محبت تھی اُس صحرا کی ریت کی طرح
کہ جتنی بھی پکڑی ہاتھ سے نکلتی رہی
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