Kya zamaana tha,hum roz mila karte the; raat bhar chaand ke humraaz fira karte the.. Dekh kar jo chupchaap guzar jaate hain, kabhi us shakhs ko apna Dost kaha karte the....
Masti aankhon me hoti hai..sharaab me nahi... Bhakti shraddha me hoti hai...shabdon me nahi.. Tu bhi jaan le mere dost... Dosti dil me hoti hai.. dikhaweme nahi...
Mout ki gaadi me jis din sona hoga. Na koi takiya hoga na koi bichona hoga. Saath hongi aap jaise DOSTON ki meethi yaaden. Aur shamshan ka ek chota sa kona hoga.