Musafir

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 Unjaan tha safar. Manzil bhi tha Anjaana. 

Sath koi khaas tha par na tha vo koi sapna.

Safar bana sair. Hooton ne seekha muskurana.

par....

Musafir sa mila vo jo tha na yaar, na begana.

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