पिलाये जाती हो ज़हर मुझको
उस दिन के इन्तेज़ार में,
जब रिन्दापन, मशर्रत मिट कर
महज़ एक ज़रूरत बन जाये|
मुश्ताक़
(You go on feeding me poison
waiting for the day when,
my joyful imbibing would stop
being a delight and turn
into a mere habit.
- Max)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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