muskurate hain lab par aankhein kyun roti hai,
khone ka dard pane ki khushi se jada kyun hoti hai,
kyun hote nahi armaan pure dil ke sabhi,
puchenge khuda se agar mile unko kabhi,
milega kya aye khuda tujhe kisi ki takdeer aisa banakar,
tannha chord jaye humsafar do kadam saath nibhakar,
agar deni nahi puri khushi to uska ehasaas bhi na kara,
nafrat ki iss duniya mein mohobat ko har baar na hara,
cheekh uthegi ruh, karega tuta dil fariyaad,
beshak mita humein...
par ab na kar kisi aur dil ko barbaad.
khone ka dard pane ki khushi se jada kyun hoti hai,
kyun hote nahi armaan pure dil ke sabhi,
puchenge khuda se agar mile unko kabhi,
milega kya aye khuda tujhe kisi ki takdeer aisa banakar,
tannha chord jaye humsafar do kadam saath nibhakar,
agar deni nahi puri khushi to uska ehasaas bhi na kara,
nafrat ki iss duniya mein mohobat ko har baar na hara,
cheekh uthegi ruh, karega tuta dil fariyaad,
beshak mita humein...
par ab na kar kisi aur dil ko barbaad.
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