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    Safar

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    The poet reflects on his writing journey, where each time he tried to write something his pen would break. He tried writing about an evening journey, the pain of separation, thirst, youth, loyalty, but his pen broke each time. He even thought to write on a sheet but did not have the courage. In the end, he was just a witness to it all, as everything truly belonged to God.

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    The poet reflects on his writing journey, where each time he tried to write something his pen would break. He tried writing about an evening journey, the pain of separation, thirst, youth, loyalty, but his pen broke each time. He even thought to write on a sheet but did not have the courage. In the end, he was just a witness to it all, as everything truly belonged to God.

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    The poet reflects on his writing journey, where each time he tried to write something his pen would break. He tried writing about an evening journey, the pain of separation, thirst, youth, loyalty, but his pen broke each time. He even thought to write on a sheet but did not have the courage. In the end, he was just a witness to it all, as everything truly belonged to God.

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    Safar

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    The poet reflects on his writing journey, where each time he tried to write something his pen would break. He tried writing about an evening journey, the pain of separation, thirst, youth, loyalty, but his pen broke each time. He even thought to write on a sheet but did not have the courage. In the end, he was just a witness to it all, as everything truly belonged to God.

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    Bhatakti hai hawas din raat Soney ki dukaano me

    Ghareebi kaan chidwati ha tinka daal deti hai

    Safar-e-Shaam likha aur qalam torr diya


    Gham-e-Sarkar likha aur qalam torr diya
    Ek unwaan liya piyas ka likhnay kay liye
    Likh liya naam-e-SAKINA aur qalam torr diya
    Ek unwaan mila mujh ko jawani per likhoon
    Naam AKBAR ka likha aur qalam torr diya
    Socha unwaan-e-wafa per bhi zara ghor karoon
    Lafz ABBAS likha aur qalam torr diya
    Kiya karoon soch mein unwaan baray aatay hain
    Hath seenay per rakha aur qalam torr diya
    Likhta Chadar per magar mujh ko jurrat na hui
    Jee bhar kay aansu bahaye aur qalam torr diya

    Safar to Maine Kiya Tha


    Warna Saaz-O-Saman Uske They,
    Main to Bas Raazdaar Tha Uska
    warna Sare Raaz tu Uske They,
    Wo Dariya Me Pyasa Bhaitha Tha
    Jabke Samandar Tamam Uske They,
    Woh Dhoop Me Bhaitha Hai Chaaw Dene Ko
    Jabke Darakt Sare Sayadaar Uske They.
    Or Yun to Bazahir Logo Me Maine Rizq Banta Tha,
    Lekin Dar Parda Sare Hath Uske They,
    Aur Maine Kamaal Bulandi Pe Jaker Socha umer,
    Ke Ye To Sare Kamaal Uske They..

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