Abb kab

befizul kehti hai
yeh ghadi Azul Rehti hai

kabr ka safar ban rha hai
sabr se kafar gir rha hai
dekhi nahi woh
ankhe ab Kai dino se
Din nakara nikama sa kat rha hai

betuki rheti hai
yeh ghadi dorri rheti hai

Shihai raat ke baad 
nammi si subah hai woh
Suraj ke Anne se phele ka
Narm sa dhua hai woh
Ginhe dekhe bhi aarasa hogya
Taswir bhi unka bakiff hogya
Kiya badal gye honge woh
Ya wahin khade honge woh

Betabi si rehti hai
yeh ghadi chup kyu rheti hai



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