ﻗﺘﻞ ﭼﮭﭙﺘﮯ ﺗﮭﮯ ﮐﺒﮭﻲ ﺳﻨﮓ ﮐﻲ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ
ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺍﺏ ﺗﻮ ﮐﮭﻠﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﮯ ﻣﻘﺘﻞ ﺑﮭﺮﮮ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺍﭘﻨﻲ ﭘﻮﺷﺎﮎ ﮐﮯ ﭼﮭﻦ ﺟﺎﻧﮯ ﭘﮧ ﺍﻓﺴﻮﺱ ﻧﮧ
ﮐﺮ
ﺳﺮ ﺳﻼﻣﺖ ﻧﮩﻴﮟ ﺭﮨﺘﮯ ﻳﮩﺎﮞ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺳﺮﺧﻴﺎﮞ ﺍﻣﻦ ﮐﻲ ﺗﻠﻘﻴﻦ ﻣﻴﮟ ﻣﺼﺮﻭﻑ
ﺭﮨﻴﮟ
ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺩ ﺍﮔﻠﺘﮯ ﺭﮨﮯ ﺍﺧﺒﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﮐﺎﺵ ﺍﺱ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﮐﻲ ﺗﻌﺒﻴﺮ ﮐﻲ ﻣﮩﻠﺖ ﻧﮧ
ﻣﻠﮯ
ﺷﻌﻠﮯ ﺍﮔﺘﮯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﺋﮯ ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﮔﻠﺰﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﮈﮬﻠﺘﮯ ﺳﻮﺭﺝ ﮐﻲ ﺗﻤﺎﺯﺕ ﻧﮯ ﺑﮑﮭﺮ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻳﮑﮭﺎ
ﺳﺮ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﮦ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺳﺎﻳﺎ ﺻﻒ ﺍﺷﺠﺎ ﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺭﺯﻕ، ﻣﻠﺒﻮﺱ ، ﻣﮑﺎﻥ، ﺳﺎﻧﺲ، ﻣﺮﺽ، ﻗﺮﺽ،
ﺩﻭﺍ
ﻣﻨﻘﺴﻢ ﮨﻮ ﮔﻴﺎ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﮞ ﺍﻧﮩﻲ ﺍﻓﮑﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺩﻳﮑﮭﮯ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﻧﮧ ﺗﮭﮯ ﺁﻧﺴﻮ ﻣﺮﮮ ﺟﺲ ﺳﮯ
ﻣﺤﺴﻦ
ﺁﺝ ﮨﻨﺴﺘﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﺩﻳﮑﮭﺎ ﺍﺳﮯ ﺍﻏﻴﺎﺭ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻴﭻ



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