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Tera Sahara

By Yash S Jain


Teri teeki aakhon par aa rukha he yeh dil😍

Yeh bheege hoton par aa rukha he yeh dil💋

Mulayam baahon par aa rukha he yeh dil💝

Teri Meethi awazon par aa rukha he yeh dil💕

Yeh ek tarfa wala pyaar bhi manzoor he hume koi shikhayat nahi qki💯

Teri issi adaaon par aa rukha he yeh dil🙈


Har khwaab tera pura karu...khwaabo se milaa toh sahi 💭 

Har waadon ko pura karu...waado ko haatho me milaa toh sahi👫

Teri rooh ki bhi me parchai ban jau 💝

Tujhme apne aap ko pura karu bas Seene se kaske lagake rooh se mila toh sahi🙈❤️


Tu mohabbat he meri sanam tu yeh jaan le♥️

Tu khushiya he meri sanam tu yeh jaan le♥️

Hum ek naa hue toh kya huaa milenge zaror kisi manzil pe...magar

Tu hi akhri manzil he meri sanam tu yeh jaan le♥️


Aur kya kahoon jaaan...l

Ab, 

Tu meri saason ka sahara ban gaya he💯

Tu meri aawazon ka sahara ban gaya he💕

Rangon se tune bhara he mera jahan aur🌈

Tu meri naseebo ka sahara ban gaya❤️

Tu hi mera sahara ban gaya he❤️

Tu hi mera aakhri kinara ban gaya he❤️

Yeh mohabbat ko zinda rakhne ke liye❤️

Tu hi mera aakhri sahara ban gaya he❤️


By Yash S Jain

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