Lakeerein.

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Kehte hai, 

haathon ke lakeeron me zindagi ka naseeb dikta hai

par ye na jan paye,

ki zindagi ko tere hathon me soup kar naseeb bi lakeeron ka khadr bhool sakta hai.


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