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Saath

"
है वक़्त अगर कुछ ज्यादा
बांटो, मेरे संग बर्बाद करो
साथ अगर हम न हो कल
तो मुझको थोड़ा याद करो

वापस आऊँगा
ये वादा मैं करता नहीं
अपनी नाकामियों पे
चादर मैं धरता नहीं

याद कर लूँगा तुम्हे भी
दो घड़ी दो चार पल
जितना वक़्त तुम्हारे पास
उतना मेरे पास नहीं
"

"
Hai waqt agar kuchh jyaada
Baanto, mere sang barbaad karo
Saath agar hum na ho kal
To mujhko thoda yaad karo

Waapas aaonga
ye wada main karta nahi
Apni nakamiyon pe
chaadar main dharta nahi

Yaad kar loonga tumhe bhi
do ghadi, do char pal
Jitna waqt tumhare paas
Utna mere paas nahi

"
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  1. Anup BishnoiSeptember 12, 2006 9:16 PM

    "Jitna waqt tumhare paas
    Utna mere paas nahi"

    phodu!

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  2. PessimistSeptember 12, 2006 9:41 PM

    you are stud writer main best of hindi poems i have read outside a text book u make other immature writers invisible frm society,,man its sweet and simple wat a modern man actually wants.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2006 10:00 PM

    sexy writing
    hilluxa diya saale

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  4. _manGO_September 15, 2006 7:55 AM

    sahi hai yaar .... sabko itna pasand aa gaya yeh wala
    dint expect ... thanks to all of you

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