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This Is My Tale..

Yeh hai meri kahanii
Khamosh zindaganii
Sannata keh raha hai
Kyun zulm seh raha hai

Ek dastaan puranii,
Tanhayii ki zubanii
Har zakhm khil raha hain
Kuch mujh se keh raha hai

Chubte kaantay yaadon ke
Daaman se chunta hoon
Girtee deevaron ke
Aanchal mein zinda hoon

Bas yeh meri kahanii
Benishan nishaani
Ek dard beh raha hai
Kuch mujhse keh raha

Chubte kaantay yaadon ke
Daaman se chunta hoon
Girtee deevaron ke
Aanchal mein zinda hoon


Ab na koi paas hai
Phir bhi ahsaas hai
Syaahiyon mein uljhi pari
Jeene ki ek aas hai

Yaadon ka jungle yeh dil
Kaanton se jalkar yeh dil

Chubte kaantay yaadon ke
Daaman se chunta hoon
Girtee deewaron ke
Aanchal mein zinda hoon…

-Strings..written by Anwar Maqsood..

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Anonymous said…
I lurve this song...has a magical feel to it...apart from belal!!!
Sat Mar 18, 11:24:00 PM
Karachiite said…
hey anonymouse, who r u??
Sun Mar 19, 02:15:00 PM
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