अब ऐसा है ...

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पहले परेशान थे उन उम्मीदों से,
की उन आँखो से आप हमेँ परखते हैँ।
अब हैराँ है अपनी हैरानी से,
की आप हमारी भी खबर रखते हैँ।

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