December k haseen din thay
Murree ki yakh fizaon mein
Hamare chaar haathon nein
Mujasma ek banaya tha
Kaha tha ek dooje ko
Nishani pyar ki apni
Bari he khoobsoorat hai
Mujhe ab yaad aata hai
Mujasma barf ka tha wo
Usse aakhir pighalna tha
Usse to mitt he jana tha
Usse to mitt he jana tha..!!
Wo Ab Meri Bato Par Muskurati Hai Tanha, Wo Thori Thori -- Meri Ho Rahi Hai ..
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