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Mera Ishq Rab

main ishk rab se karna chahta hu,
wo ek insaan ki taraf mod deta hai..
koi khel hai ye mere sath is rab ka,
jo bar bar usi insan se pyar hota hai jo dil todta hai..

hey rabba, bas or na kehar kar mujhpe,
kuch to reham kar mujhpe,
bhot dekh li duniya ki rangat mene,
ab to apne pyar ka karam kar mujhpe..

ek nanhi si jaan hu main,
tera banaya mitti ka insaan hi main,
gar tu nahi thamega to kon thamega hath mera,
teri is duniya me kuch pal ka mehmaan hu main..

kese ye galti ki mene ke tujhko bhula diya,
tujhe bhul khud ko kisi insan ke prem me duba diya,
lekin shukr hai uska bhi ke mujhe kacchi neend se jaga diya,
bhot der hoti isse pehle hi mujhe fir tujhse mila diya..

haan, main pyar aaj bhi usse karta hu,
kabhi galti se bhi na tujhe visarta hu,
pyar baatne bheja hai mujhe is duniya me,
pyar ki hi nayia me doobta kabhi tarta hu...
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