Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Waqt....

waqt ke sath rangat dimi padthi jati hain..
 sab ek ek kar purani hoti jati hai, 
ek pal gujar jane par log , 
us pal ko bhul jate hain, 
badi ajeeb hote hain wo pal jab, 
tmam apno ke hone ke bawjud 
ham akele mahsus karte hain, 
akhir ajeeb hai ye dastan apno ki, 
jhan apne nae hote bs rahti hai ektarfa yaade.