Saturday, January 20, 2018


सफ़हा दर सफ़हा पलट गया था क़िताब का कोरा
जो इक्कादुक्का कभी छपा था बेमानी सा लगता

मुझ क़ाग़ज़ पर छपी नई अमिट सियाही हो तुम।

Page after page had turned over of the book, blank
Patches printed now and then seemed meaningless

You, are the permanent new ink for the paper I am.

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