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Kabhi aansu, kabhi afsos, kabhi naaz hota hain

Jab kabhi mera tarruf, kissi shaheed se hota hain

 

Uski zindagi uski nahi, desh ki amaanat thi

Nasamjh mein aane wala, yeh ajeeb se rishta hota hain

 

Lekin jab uski shahaddat par siyasi khel hone lage

Mere gusse ka ilm, mere alfazo se nahi hota hain

 

Siyasat karne wale kya samjhenge?

Dekhe us maa ko, jiski aankho mein nami, par sar uncha hota hain

Kyunki uske bête ka kafan bhi, tiranga hota hain

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