What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
na jeene ki khushi na marne ka gam
gam hai to apse na milne ka gam
jeete hai is aas par kabhi aap humare kehlayenge
marte nahi isliye ki aap akele reh jayenge
"SHIKWA"
Mere tarapney ka sabab na puch a dost. koi be-reham mere armano ka soda kar ke chala gaya. Hum ne to her sukoon us ki mohabbat mein luta dia. Koi be-dard mujh se aisi jafa karke chala gaya. Mot ke saahil pe hr saans qaza ki muntazir hai. Mohabbat mein aisi koi hum se wafa kar ke chala gaya.
