kismat me tabahi likhi thi
kismat me tabahi likhi thi
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aanhe na juba tak hum laye
aanhe na juba tak hum laye
khamosh hume rahana hi pada
kismat me tabahi likhi thi

tufan gamo ke uthate hai
mojo me safina mera hai
ummid ka shahil dub gya
duniya me meri andhera hai
dariya me gunaho ki mujhko
dariya me gunaho ki mujhko
afsos ki ab bahana hi pada
kismat me tabahi likhi thi

gulshan me bahar aai bhi na thi
najuk si kali ko lut liya
barbad jawani kar dali
hontho ki hansi ko lut liya
saiya ji se kya fariyad kare
saiya ji se kya fariyad kare
kismat me tabahi likhi thi

ye inki sarafat hai dekho
majhdar me lake chhod diya
masum jawani ko masal
aur sisa ae dil ko tod diya
sikwa na samjh in bato ko
sikwa na samjh in bato ko
kismat me tabahi likhi thi
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kismat me tabahi likhi thi

Doom was etched in the lines of fate,
Doom was etched in the lines of fate,
I was meant to endure the world's cruel state.
Sighs I held back from my tongue's reach,
Sighs I held back from my tongue's reach,
Silence, my only way to beseech.
Doom was etched in the lines of fate.

Storms of sorrow relentlessly rise,
My vessel adrift on waves of sighs.
The shore of hope has sunk from sight,
Darkness engulfs my world's fading light.
In the river of sins, I must now weep,
In the river of sins, I must now weep,
Regret's currents I was made to keep.
Doom was etched in the lines of fate.

Spring arrived not in the garden's bloom,
A delicate bud, stolen to its doom.
My youth was ravaged, lost and spent,
Laughter stolen, my lips now rent.
What pleas to my beloved can I impart?
What pleas to my beloved can I impart?
Grief's weight I bore, a wounded heart.
Doom was etched in the lines of fate.

Behold their grace, their twisted art,
They left me stranded, torn apart.
My innocent youth they did defile,
Shattered the mirror of my smile.
Do not mistake these words for plaint,
Do not mistake these words for plaint,
Compelled to speak, my soul constrained.
Doom was etched in the lines of fate.
I was meant to endure the world's cruel state.
Doom was etched in the lines of fate.