milega kabhi sachcha dost mujhe,
ab to chodd chuka hoon us aas ko,
jis pe bhi kiya khud se jada bharosa,
ussi ne toda sada mere vishwas ko.
mera kasoor sirf itna hai ki,
maine sada dil se dosti nibhayi hai,
milti hai saza burayi ki kisi ko,
maine to shareef hone ki saza paayi hai.
kabhi dil kisi ka maine toda nahi,
phir dil mera kyun har baar toota hai?
kya koi nahi jis par vishwas kar sakoon?
kyun mujhe mere hi apno ne loota hai?
yahan sab ke chehron par nakab hai,
inki baaton mein meethi chhuri hai,
na kiya kar itni jaldi vishwas,
ki raaj, teri bas yahi aadat buri hai…
ab to chodd chuka hoon us aas ko,
jis pe bhi kiya khud se jada bharosa,
ussi ne toda sada mere vishwas ko.
mera kasoor sirf itna hai ki,
maine sada dil se dosti nibhayi hai,
milti hai saza burayi ki kisi ko,
maine to shareef hone ki saza paayi hai.
kabhi dil kisi ka maine toda nahi,
phir dil mera kyun har baar toota hai?
kya koi nahi jis par vishwas kar sakoon?
kyun mujhe mere hi apno ne loota hai?
yahan sab ke chehron par nakab hai,
inki baaton mein meethi chhuri hai,
na kiya kar itni jaldi vishwas,
ki raaj, teri bas yahi aadat buri hai…
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