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Nafrat ki raahon mein bhi ek ajeeb sa asar hota hai, Zikr uska hi sahi, par dil mein har pal wo basar hota hai. Jitna bhulana chaho, utna hi wo yaad aate hain, Nafrat karte-karte, kab hum unke ho jaate hain. Ye silsila-e-yaad hi to ishq ki pehli seederi hai, Dushmani ke libaas mein chupi, ye ek pyari si deri hai. Is per ek video bane ke do