चूक जाओ न

चूक जाओ न ghazal

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चूक जाओ न, जीत जाने से
कुछ न पाओगे दिल दुखाने से

काश! ख़ामोश हो गये होते
रार बढ़ती रही बढ़ाने से

बावफ़ा थे, न बेवफ़ा होते
बात बनती है, मिल बनाने से

घर की घर में रहे तो बेहतर है
कौन छोड़े हँसी उड़ाने से?

ये सियासत है, गैर से बचना
आज़माओ न आज़माने से

जिसने तुमको चुना नहीं बेबस
आयेगा फिर न वो बुलाने से

घाव कैसा हो, भर ही जाता है
दूरियाँ मिटती हैं भुलाने से

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Sanjiv Verma 'salil'

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