ﺍﻥ ﮐﮩﮯ ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ
ﺩﺭﺩ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﮨﮯ
ﺗﺸﻨﮧ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺸﻮﮞ ﮐﯽ ﭨﮭﯿﺲ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ
ﺍﭨﮭﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ
ﺑﮯ ﺯﺑﺎﻥ ﺟﺬﺑﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺟﺐ ﺳﺮﺍ
ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﺘﺎ
ﺗﺸﻨﮕﯽ ﺳﯽ ﺭﮨﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺁﺳﺮﺍ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﺘﺎ
ﻭﮦ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﻥ ﻋﺬﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﮐﺎﺵ ﺍﺱ
ﻃﺮﺡ ﮔﺰﺭﮮ
ﮐﺎﺵ ﺍﺱ ﮐﯽ ﺁﻧﮑﮭﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﮯ
ﺛﻤﺮ ﺍﺗﺮﯾﮟ
ﮐﺎﺵ ﺍﺱ ﮐﯽ ﻧﯿﻨﺪﻭﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ
ﺭﺕ ﺟﮕﮯ
ﻣﺴﻠﺴﻞ ﮨﻮﮞ
ﺑﺎﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ ﮐﮯ ﺍﯾﺴﮯ ﺳﺐ ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻮﮞ
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ﺭﺑﻂ ﭨﻮﮌ ﺁﯾﺎ ﮨﻮﮞ
ﺁﺝ ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﮨﻮﻧﭩﻮﮞ ﭘﺮ
ﻟﻔﻆ ﭼﮭﻮﮌ ﺁﯾﺎ ﮨﻮﮞ
Monday, November 3, 2014
ﺍﻥ ﮐﮩﮯ ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ
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