इंतेज़ार सिर्फ़ तुम्हारा

उनकी क़दमों की आहट से दिल जाग उठता है
बरसों से सोया हुआ दिल फिर भाग उठता है
कभी जो आओ तो ख़बर न देना मुझ को
मुझे इस दिल की तमन्ना का एतबार करना है
बरसों से सोये हुए दिल को मुझे भागते देखना है
मुझे फिर उन सावन को जम के बरसते देखना है
बरसों से दबी प्यास को जगाने का बहाना तो दे
मयखाने से निकली आह को संवरने का बहाना तो दे
बस इक बार चले आओ इस दिल के लिये ही सही
कसक नासूर न बन जाये मेरे खुद के लिये ही

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