DAR DAR BHATAKTE FIRTE HAIN ARMAN KI TARAH HAR KOI MILTA HAI ANJAAN KI TARAH, IS DUNIYA SE KHUSI KI AAS KYA RAKHNI, YE TO GAM BHI DETI HAI EHSAAN KI TARAH.
Kuch Pathar Me Phul Khil Jate Hai,Kuch Anjane B Apne Ban Jate Hai,Is Katil Dunia Me Kuch Lash Ko Kafan B Nasib Nahi HotaTo Kuch Lash Par Tajmahal Ban Jate Hai
Itne karib aye ke dur ho gaye, Itane hanse ki rone ko majbur ho gaye, Aur ansuon ko apana mukaddar bana liya, tanhaiyon ke shahar me ek ghar bana liya.
Bhool jate hai hame yaad karta hai kon,zakhm dete hai sab marham rakhta hai kon,hum har pal marte hai aapki judai me, humare aansuo ki kadar karta hai kon.
Is se zyada kya rakhte hai chahat ki umeed,mita diya khud ko tumhe paane ke liye,mar kar bhi na bhool payenge hum,aankh to bandh ki hai sirf zamane ke liye.
