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CHAHAT

CHAHAT


Na jaane kyu aaj dil bhar aaya hai,
Badi mushkil se issey apne andar chupaya hai.
Chahti hu koi padhle yeh mann ki baat,
Aur thaam le apne haathon me mera haath.

Na chahu me koi aisho aaram,
Na kaam me ho koi viraam.
Bas vyarth na ho meri kaabiliyat,
Aur samjhe log meri asliyat.

Bas itni si ek chahat hai,
Jo de sakti iss dil ko rahat hai.
Bas itni si ek chahat hai...



-PRIYANKA KOTHARI
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  1. Tushar Dhanuka20 March 2018 at 01:57

    Puri ho teri saari chahat...ab ye hai meri chahat
    how filmy I am...nyc one..bhaut khub

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  2. Unknown20 March 2018 at 02:02

    Kya khub likhi h. 😄😄

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  3. Unknown20 March 2018 at 02:24

    Bohot mast.. đŸ’¯

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  4. Provok20 March 2018 at 02:36

    Bus itni si ek chahat hai
    Par in shabdon se milta mujhe rahat hai
    Ab kya karu is nadan dil ka isey bewajah dhadakne ki aadat hai
    Bus itni si ek chahat hai

    Well written priyanka di ❤❤❤ keep it up


    ----don. 😂

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  5. Armaan20 March 2018 at 06:23

    Fitrat teri iss kadar hume Raas aa gayi...
    Tu toh nhi lekin teri chahate humare paas aa gayi ..

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  6. Unknown20 March 2018 at 07:36

    Beauty of each line is damm high.👌👌....bas tumhri har chahat puri ho😁

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