ﻣﺖ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﯿﮯ ﮐﮧ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮐﭩﮯ ﺩﻥ ﺑﮩﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﻣﺖ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﯿﮯ ﮐﮧ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮐﭩﮯ ﺩﻥ ﺑﮩﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭨﮭﺎﺋﮯ ﻟﻄﻒ ﺭﺳﻦ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺩﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﮨﻮﺗﯽ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﮯ ﺁﮦ ﺟﮕﺮ ﺳﻮﺯ ﺑﮯ ﺍﺛﺮ
ﻭﮦ ﺁ گئے ﮨﯿﮟ ﺑﺎﻡ ﭘﮧ ﮔﯿﺴﻮ ﺳﻨﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﺟﺎﻧﺎﮞ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺗﻮ ﮔﻮﺭِ ﻏﺮﯾﺒﺎﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺁﺋﯿﮯ
ﻣﺮﺟﮭﺎ ﮔﺌﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ﭘﮭﻮﻝ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻣﺰﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﮨﮯ ﭘﮭﻮﻝ ﺳﮯ ﺗﮩﯽ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺍﻣﻦ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺗﻮ ﮐﯿﺎ
ﺗﺴﮑﯿﻦِ ﺟﺎﮞ ﮨﯿﮟ ﺧﺎﺭ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﺱ ﺭہ گزﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﺑﮭﻮﻟﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺁﺑﮭﯽ ﺟﺎﻭٔ ﮐﮧ ﺩﻝ ﺑﮯ ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﮨﮯ
ﺟﺎﮔﯿﮟ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﻧﺼﯿﺐ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﺟﮍﮮ ﺩﯾﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﺍﺱ ﺩﮬﻮﻝ ﺳﮯ ﺍﻣﯿﺪ ﮐﯽ ﻭﺍﺑﺴﺘﮕﯽ ﺗﻮ ﮨﮯ
ﮐﺘﻨﮯ ﺑﮭﻠﮯ ﻧﺼﯿﺐ ﮨﯿﮟ ﮔﺮﺩ ﻭ ﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﺍﮎ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺳﮯ ﮨﮯ ﻗﻄﺐؔ ﺍﺳﯽ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﻣﯿﮟ
ﭼﻮﻣﮯ ﻧﮕﺎﮦ ﺷﻮﻕ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺷﮩﺴﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
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