کیا خبر میرا سفر ہے اور کتنی دور کا کاغذی اک ناؤ …

Hameed Naseem was born on 16 October 1920 in Shahpur District Dalhozi. After the establishment of Pakistan, he became an affiliation with Radio Pakistan and reached the post of Deputy Director General Radio Pakistan. After he became PIA Arts. Took the leadership of the academy. He had a great taste of drama and music. However, after retirement, he made Uloom Islami as his covering bed. His self-book was published in the name of Biography of Umri Impossible. He was of the Quran. Pak's interpretation was written in the name of Introduction Al-Furqan, which became incomplete due to his sudden death. On the occasion of the Pak-India war of 1965, one of his song was very famous.
′′ If the land of Sialkot is the Haram ′′
Hameed Naseem died in Karachi on 28 September 1998 and died in Karachi.
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The question of the heart made the evening of sorrow more sad
Where did the one I was in your existence go?
Magic, passion, thought is alive and pain has come.
The journey of all ages has passed through sight
When I walked, I was excited, I was so happy.
Wherever the eyes woke up, the sky blossomed.
Sometimes in the dark night, a beautiful desert is in front
Sometimes we went together till dawn
Every era was unique, still there is an impression on the heart.
Went and felt like a part of the keys died
No one can remember me, no one can love me.
I don't know how far I went unaware of myself
Sight friend Dil Nawaz was also a knot.
When the mystery of life was opened on the heart, it stopped.
Where there was existence ′′ I ′′ is now another name
That my spoiled work got better by his fun
That cell light went from the beginning of night to dawn
My heart went across the ocean of sorrow on her bill
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There is one or two souls who pass the world.
O hobby, there is no color of Nishat heart and soul.
Be comfortable when you realise it
Destination gets attracted to the heart.
Suddenly I am fond of change.
Every moment should be a new night, spring and autumn.
I didn't wear it less night and day
O world of the world, there is no other unseen world.
These earth and earth are like a foam
A desert with the eyes of the eyes and the watchman.
Only I got the power of feeling.
Or the caravans are running in this thirteen space.
Awareness which is not my destiny.
One moment of cry, who is the head and the house?
The heart wants the pleasure of meeting but
If the fulfillment of desire is sorrow, then yes and
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I am a river of sorrow and flooding.
There are all limits, but I am still surprised since when

Sometimes I feel like this in the loneliness of the night
I am the soul of life, go packer, I am in perishable

Shining gathering of sky, my reflection.
See, I am of Anjum, I am in the sun's tabani

Naseem soft wave in the desert and garden in the morning.
I am the sailor of the river and I am in Julani

The candle of love is like a sweet heart.
I am in the garden of dreams of the lover of my heart.

Why are people in this city so confused
I was a happy heart, I am in this trouble forever.