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ye wo mausam hai jis mein koi patta bhi nahin hilta dil-e-tanha uthata hai soobat shaam-e-hijran ki...

phailti jayegi charon samt ik khush-raunaqi ek mausam mere andar se nikalta jayega...

abhi to achchhi lagegi kuchh din judai ki rut abhi hamare liye ye sab kuchh naya naya hai...

gaye mausam mein main ne kyun na kaati fasl khwabon ki main ab jaagi hoon jab phal kho chuke hain zaiqa apna...

koi mausam meri ummidon ko raas aaya nahin fasl andhiyaron ki kaati aur diye boti rahi...