बारिश

पहले आई हल्की सी हवा,
दिल को छूती वो मीठी दवा।
फिर तेज़ झोंके ने जादू किया,
और बारिश ने अपना रंग भर दिया।

हर बूंद में छुपा है एहसास,
दिलों का जुड़ना, एक खास।
मूसलधार बारिश का ये खेल,
जज़्बातों का छेड़ता है मेल।

तेरे साथ ये मौसम खास,
हर पल में बस तेरा एहसास।
आओ इस बारिश में खो जाएं,
और प्यार की यादों में सो जाएं।

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