Agr khush hai wo dekh k ansu meri ankho me, to khuda ki kasam hum muskurana hi chod denge. Tadapte rahenge use dekhne ko magar uski taraf palke uthana hi chod denge.
Na tasveer hai uski jo didar kiya jaye, na vo hai pass jo pyar kiya jaye, ye kaisa dard diya hai us bedard ne, na usse kuch kaha jaye na us bin raha jaye