ye alag baat ki KHaamosh khade rahte hain phir bhi jo log bade hain vo bade rahte hain

mere aañsu nahin tham rahe ki vo mujhse juda ho gaya aur tum kah rahe ho ki chhodo ab aisa bhi kya ho gaya may-kadon men meri lainein padhte firte hain log maine jo kuchh bhi pee kar kaha falsafa ho gaya

hamaare baad tere ishq men naye ladke badan to choomenge zulfen nahin sanvaarenge

ham bhi dariyaa hain ha men apna hunar maaloom hai jis taraf bhi chal padenge raasta ho jaayega

jo khandaani raeis hain vo mizaaj rakhte hain narm apna tumhaara lahjaa bataa raha hai tumhaari daulat nayi nayi hai

khula fareb-e-mohabbat dikhaai deta hai ajab kamaal hai us be-vafa ke lehje men

munhdim hota chala jaata hai dil saal-b-saal aisa lagta hai girah ab ke baras tootti hai

dua ko haath uthaate hue larzata hooñ kabhi dua nahin maangi thii maa ke hote hue

betiyaan baap ki aankhoñ men chhupe KHvaab ko pahchaanti hain aur koi doosra is KHvaab ko padh le to bura maanti hain

ghar se nikle hue beton ka muqaddar maaloom maa ke qadmon men bhi jannat nahin milne waali