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Dard Apna Main Isi Taur Jata Rahta Hun

dard apna main isi taur jata rahta huun

hasb-e-hal us ko kai sher suna rahta huun

ik hi ja rahne ka hai ghar pa usi ghar men aah

dil ye rahta hai juda aur main juda rahta huun

baat men kis ki sunun aah ki ai murgh-e-chaman

shor men apne hi nalon ke sada rahta huun

baare itna hai asar dard ke afsane men

ek do shakhs ko har roz rula rahta huun

bazm-e-khuban men ye sar go kate rone pe mira

shama-san ashk par ankhon se baha rahta huun

ah-o-nala men agar kuchh bhi asar hai mere

to main us shokh ko ik roz bula rahta huun

husn aur ishq ka kya zikr karun mat puchho

in dinon ziist se bhi apni khafa rahta huun

dil laga jab se mira aah tabhi se ‘jurat’

kitni hi afaten har roz utha rahta huun

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