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Khamoshi

Jan 11, 2025
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Updated: Jul 16, 2025

By Fauzia Siddiqui


Chuppi mein bhi ek ajab khamoshi hoti hain

Haasi ke peeche bhi dard chupa hota hain

Bardasht karne ki intehan

Woh sabse gahra apke dil mein hi bus hota hain


Dil ke zakhm bhi muskan mein dhal jate hain

Aansoo bhi kabhi aankho mein ruk jate hain

Sabse badi himmat, jo apko chalati hain

Woh bus aapke hain dil se aati hain


By Fauzia Siddiqui




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