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Jo karta hoon…


Meri baaton pe hastey hain log,
Kyunki hasana mera kaam hai!
Waise to hazaaron dard sadh rahein hain seene mein,
Par jo karta hoon, ussi ke liye joker mera naam hai!

Mere chutkulon se darte hain log,
Kyunki unke darr mein mera aaram hai!
Waise to hazaaron sapne bekaar pade hain aankhon mein,
Par jo karta hoon, ussi ke liye joker mera naam hai!

Meri yaadon mein baste hain log,
Kyunki tanha mera yeh jam hai!
Waise to hazaaron pal jiye hain in lamhon mein,
Par jo karta hoon, ussi ke liye joker mera naam hai!

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