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The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night…

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching…

Lips half-willing in a doorway.
Lips half-singing at a window.
Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.
Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Even the clocks half-yawn the hours
And the farmers make half-answers.

Rang hai mera Pakistan

Roop bhi mera Pakistan

Jaan hai meri Pakistan

Dil ki Dharkan Pakistan

Aan hein meri Pakistan

Shaan bhi meri Pakistan

Kashish Jis per hein Qurban

Woh hein Pyara Pakistan

Mere Dil Ne Kaha, Ae Diwaane Bata
Jab Se Koi Mila, Tu Hai Khoya Huwa,
Ye Kahani Hai Kya, Hai Ye Kyaa Silsila, Ae Diwaane Bata

Maine Dil Se Kaha, Ae Diwaane Bata
Dhadkane Mein Chupi, Kaisi Awaz Hai
Kaisa Ye Geet Hai Kaisa Ye Saaz Hai

Kaisi Ye Baat Hai, Kaisa Ye Raaza Hai,

Ae Diwaane Bata
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I believed you truly loved me
I thought your heart was good
I thought our love was chiseled
Into stone, not wood

I thought we had forever
Each other side by side
That we would always walk hand in hand
With nothing either had to hide

I always thought that we could talk
And get through anything
That our love was more sturdy
Than all sorrows life would bring
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Ek gulab tha
Bara odas tha
Rang bhi us ka tha kuch ora ora sa
Shabnam k ansoo rawan thay us k
Dil tha us ka kuch bujha bujha sa
Bahar ka tha mosam phir bhi na khila tha
Dali say tha who apni kuch jhuka jhuka sa
Main nay ju dekha usay
Pass ja k pocha us say
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