Main mar mita to woh samjha yeh intiha thee miri

main mar mita to woh samjha yeh   intiha thee   miri

ussay khabar hi na thee,   khak i chemia   thee  miri

main chup howa to woh samjha keh baat khatam hoi

phir uss kay   baad to   awaz   ja   baja   thee    miri

jo   tana   zan   tha    miri   poshishs     dareeda  par

ussi   kay   doosh   pe   rakhi hoi   quba   thee  miri

shikast     day   gia     apna    gharoor   hi  uss    ko

wagarna uss   kay   muqabal   bisat   kia   thee   miri

kahin  dimagh   kahin din   kahin b  adan   hi   badan

har   ik   say  dosti    yaari     juda   juda   the   miri

jo ab   ghumand   say   sar   ko   uthay   phirta   hai

issi   tarah ki to   makhlooq  khak i   pa   thee   miri

har  k  shiar na   tha  dar   khoor i q  aseeda   dosat

aur iss say  taba  i rawan  khoob  ashna  thee   miri

main uss ko daikhta rehta tha hairtoon say  “Faraz”

yeh  zindgi   say     taruf    ki   ibtida     thee    miri

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