Sapne tut jate hai, apne ruth jate hai, zindagi me aaise mode aate rehete hai. per saath ho tum jaise dosto ka to rahon ke kaate bhi phool ban jate hai.
Kal na phir ye samaa hoga, hum mein se kaun najaane kahaan hoga..? Murjhaaye phool to mil jaenge kitaabon mein, par bicchde Doston ka shayad hi koi pataa hoga....
Fulo ne mosam ko suhana banaya he, Pedo ne Dharti ko Dulhan ki tarah sajaya he, A khuda meri sari khusiya usko de dena,JISNE muje apna dost banaya hai.
