ﭘﯿﭽﮭﮯ ﺁﭖ ﭘﻠﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﻣﯿﮟ ﺭﺳﺘﮯ ﺳﮯ ﮨﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮨﯽ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮﺗﺎ
ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﺎﺕ ﭘﮧ ﮈﭦ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﮔﺮ ﺗﺒﺪﯾﻞ ﻧﮧ ﮐﺮﺗﺎ ﺭﺍﮦ
ﻭﮦ ﺣﺼﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﺩﻭﺭﯼ ﺧﻮﺭ ﮨﯽ ﻣﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ
ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺁﭖ ﻟﭙﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﻣﯿﺮﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻭ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻭﮦ ﻏﺰﻝ۔۔۔
ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮐﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﻟﻤﺤﮯ ﺭﮎ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ
ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺳﻤﭧ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
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