dost kiya khob wafaon ka sila datain hain
her naye moor pay ik zakham naya datain hain
tum say to kher ghari bhar ki mulaqat rahi
loog sadion ki rafaqut ko bhula datain hain
her naye moor pay ik zaham naya datain hain
sokhay paton ko haqarat say
na dekho mere yaar
aag lagti hai to patay bhi dhuan datain hai
her naye moor pay ik zakham naya datain hain
doost kya khoob wafaon ka sila datain hain
tamanaoon ke bahlaawe main aksar aa hi jaate hain ..
kabhi ham chaut khate hain kabhi ham muskurate hain ..
ham aksar doston ki be-wafaai seh tou lete hain
magar ham jaante hain dil hamaare tooT jaate hain
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I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.