ek hum the jo tutte huye khawabo ki tasveer banate rahe,
ek woh the jo gairo ke sang apni takdeer banate rahe,
woh kahte the humein ki humse juda na hona,
hum tum se juda ho kar jee nahi payenge,
agar kahbi khayal bhi aye tumhein bichardne ka
tere iss khyal se hi hum marr jayenge.
aaj dekhta hoon unko to khud par taras aata hai,
kitna jhoota hota hai inn hasin ladkiyon ka wada,
aye-khuda ab na milana kabhi aise husn ke thekedaro se,
woh to pyar mein mar na sake,
ek woh the jo gairo ke sang apni takdeer banate rahe,
woh kahte the humein ki humse juda na hona,
hum tum se juda ho kar jee nahi payenge,
agar kahbi khayal bhi aye tumhein bichardne ka
tere iss khyal se hi hum marr jayenge.
aaj dekhta hoon unko to khud par taras aata hai,
kitna jhoota hota hai inn hasin ladkiyon ka wada,
aye-khuda ab na milana kabhi aise husn ke thekedaro se,
woh to pyar mein mar na sake,
lekin hum issi gam se marr jayege.
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