Apni nakamiyo k tukde talash krte he,Har gali me dard ki aahen talash krte he,Kuch to baat hai uski fitrat me tabhi,Uske laut aane ki raahen talash krte he.
Hazaro ki ginti to hame nahi aati,par khayal kuch aisa hai,ke ret ka har zarra agar nayab hira ban jaye,to tohfe me aapko registan dene ki khwaish rakhte hai.
Kaun uthayega tumhari ye zafa mere baad,Yad ayegi bahut meri wafa mere jane ke baad,Shukra hai mahobat ne kiya itna range asar,Teen din usne na lagai mehndi mere jaane ke baad.
KAUN KEHTA HAI MERE BAGHAIR WO TANHA HOGA,WO CHAAND HAI KAHIN AUR CHAMAKTA HOGA,WO TO REHTA HAI MOHABBATON K DES ME,USSE KIYA KHABAR KOI TANHA USSE SOCHTA HOGA.
