Jahan zaib

(February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

Ghazl 3 (Urdu)


Daawa e ishq bhi hay neend se lachari bhi
Kesey maanun hay tmhe ishq ki beemari bhi
Cheenti hay wo musalsal meri neendein o sukoon
Khoob lagti hay mujhay aap ki fankari bhi
Aankh ne jab bhi teri deed ka arman kiya
Kya kahun kitni hoyi meri dil azari bhi
Muskura kr ye kaha aaj teri aankhon ne
Khoob lagti hai mujhay aap ki ashkbari bhi
Siskiyan raat ko aksar mere ghar aati hay
Baat ho, Aaye agar aap dildari bhi
Khob detey ho mere dil ko dilasey tm dost
Aao. ho jao meri. ho jaye pasdari bhi

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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  • Farah Ilyas (5/9/2013 11:47:00 AM)

    Muskura kr ye kaha aaj teri aankhon ne
    Khoob lagti hai mujhay aap ki ashkbari bhi

    wah wah kiya khob irshad kia ap ne (Report) Reply

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