Mujh se bichhad kar Benaam ho jaoge,Saudagaron ke hathon Nelaam ho jaoge,Mujh ko acha nahi lgta tumhara har ek se Milna,har ek se miloge to aam ho jaoge
Apki yad ne mujhe fir rula diya,bohut khush ho ap zalim jisne hame ye sila diya,2 shabd v likhna na ata tha hume,or aaj apki mohabbat ne mujhe shayar bana diya.
Bahut tamana thi kisi ko apna banane ki, Bahut tamana thi kisi ka ho jane ki, Pr kya pta tha jis ke hum hona chahte he, Unhe adat hi nhi kisi ko apna bnane ki.