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.
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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