Ansu na hote Ankhome to Ankhe Itni khubsurat na hoti Dard na hota dilme to khusiyo ki kimat na hoti Puri hoti sab ki Murade to kisiko khuda ki Zarurt na hoti.
Wo yaroki mehfil,wo muskurate pal, Dilse juda hai apna bita hua Kal. Kabhi jindagi guzjarti thi Waqt bitane me, Aaj waqt guzar jata hai chand kagaj ke note kamane me.
Hum aankhoko phool aur hotho ko kamal kehte he, jesi mehfil ho vaisi he gazal kehte he, Hum mehfil me jaya nahi karte, Hum jaha hote he log usai mehfil kehte hai
