ham apni jaan ke dushman ko apni jaan kahte hain mohabbat ki isee miTTi ko hindustan kahte hain

hazaaron saal nargis apni be-noori pe roti hai badi mushkil se hota hai chaman men deeda-war paida

apni manzil pe pahunchana bhi khade rahna bhi kitna mushkil hai bade ho ke bade rahna bhi

uthao camera tasveer kheench lo inki udaas log kahaan roz muskurate hain

gilaa bhi tujh se bahut hai magar mohabbat bhi vo baat apni jagah hai ye baat apni jagah

main kahtaa tha magar tune na maani par ab teraa bhi dil bhar hi gaya na

zindagi se jang chahe zindagi bhar hi chale jeete jee to meri jaañ ab haar maanenge nahin muskuraa kar hi sahenge chahe jitna dard ho muskuraane se kadaachit raar thaanenge nahin

tamaam umr ha men saath saath chalna hai bas itnaa kah ke safar kar liya juda usne

ehsaas nahin hota lutne ka sanam ham ko jab aapki mehfil se ham laut ke aate hain

ye shab ka pahar ye sard fazaa jala ke alaav baithe hain ham