mujhe sab khabar hai use bhi pata hai ki ab wusaton mein nahin aur kuchh bhi faqat wusaten hain hamein rangon ka indrjali taqaddus uthae uthae safar ki saubat yun hi jhelni hai khabar hai ki khushbu ka aakar kuchh bhi nahin hai pata hai ki lams ek qaba dhundhta hai nafas nezon hi par hawaon ke sar ko uthae uthae yun hi ghumta hai jab tak kamin-gah se wo na niklen khushbu ke khwabon ki fitrat na badle rangon ka ye indrjali taqaddus na tute sab kuchh pata hai magar mutmain hain