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Every day I think we went to the evening
the night of vapors and rhyme
and the circular truths go ’round.
Truths of every day just like the sound of
jukebox down there, we talk scratching
like an old record. . .
\ I have confessions like coffee and spilled
We mopped it up, as soppy glop
A load of my plate
I’m sorry I’m sorry
An old record goes’ round. . .
\ The scents of cinnamon and of the grounds. . .
I began to think of you as a priest
your forgiveness and your grace.
Oh, and the long hours’ round noon,
Your presence as sugar
on a long-handled spoon.

Home dill usay Say Piyar Karti
Hoon Rang Jis ka Hina Say Milta hay
Rangat Home Dilfarareb home Bhi Nahi
LAKIN Saonwali of socialism is to say
jori Zamana jalta straw

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You?ll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, Sir, for me!

Log kehte hain saccha pyaar paana mushkil hai,
Dil ko jo chu jaaye vo dildaar paana mushkil hai,
Hum kehte hain pyaar to fakat ek ehsaas hai,
Par zindagi ki raah mein ek sacche dost ka saath paana mushkil hai!!!
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Wo Dost Hi Kiya, Jisne Dard Na Diya Ho.
Wo Dosti Hi Kiya, Jisme Dil Na Roya Ho.
Dosti Karo To Iss Andajj Se, K
Dard Usko Mila To Dil Aapka Roya Ho.
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Mahek mohabbat ki kam nahi hoti,
Mohabbat se bhi zindagi kam nahi hoti,
Saath zindagi main Dosti ka ho agar,
To Zindagi ‘Jannat’ se kam nahi hoti.
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Dosti ki tadap ko dikhaya nahi jaata,
Dil me lagi aag ko bujhaya nahi jaata,
Kitni bhi duri ho Dosti me,
Aap jaise Dost ko bhulaya nahi jaata.