Azra Abbas
ek vaqt aisa aaega
ki main
ye sab bhuul jaungi
us vaqt ki sangini bhi
jis men mera dil
ek gadhe dukh se bhar gaya tha
aur main
us safed bench ki tarah rah jaungi
jo khali padi hai
is irade se ki main
us par baithun
aur aage dekhun
aage jahan paani ke qatre
khaam maal ki tarah pade hain
hava ka libas banne ke liye
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