Poetry Kuch Moh aur Behboniyaad waqt ke jugalbandi main , Vo bhid main banjaroon ke tarhe bas chale jaarehe hai , Yun din ki afra tafri main ghumse jarehe hai , Kuch hue befikre toh kuch beheke hue, Par kya unn ehsaason main himmat hai khudko hasil karne ki ? “ Excelling peace in violenceContinue reading ““Musafir””