sal-girah By Nazm << paltu jaanwar shikast-e-tilism >> yaad nahin kiya bhare-pure bazar se jab main khali khali laut aaya tha aur ek phul tere chamakte hath pe rakh kar main ne kaha tha teri pasand ke rang ka kapda mil na sake to mere coat ki jeb mein rakhe note ki qimat gir jati hai Share on: