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अगर तुम्हें मिलूं


अगर तुम्हें मिलूं तो मुझे भी मिलाना।
मुझे मेरे घर का पता बताना।
खो जाती हूँ दिन के उजालों में ,
रहती नहीं शाम  सायों में ,
कहाँ है मेरा ठिकाना, बताना।

न तारों पास हूँ ,
न फूलों से दूर ,
बारिशों में भीग जाती हूँ ज़रूर ,
ओस की बूंदों से बनता है जो नूर ,
तुम देख पाओ तो मुझे भी दिखाना ,

अगर तुम्हें मिलूं , तो मुझे भी मिलाना
मुझे मेरे घर का पता बताना।

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