Hame ashqon se palkon ko bhigona nahin aata,mile jo khushi to use khona nahin aata,seh lete hain har gam haske aur log kehte hain hamen rona nahin aata.
Muskurake hum apna dard chipate hain Hum wade-e-wafayee taumr nibhate hain Par humpe aaj na hai kisi apne ko aetbaar Aaj humein sab begaana batate hain
Tanhaiyo ke shahar me ek ghar bana lia, Ruswaiyon ko apna mukkadar bana lia. Dekha hai yaha pathar ko pujte hain log, Bas isliye apne dil ko pathar bana lia.
Sab the hamare janaze k pechhe ek wo hi nahi the hamare janaze ke pichhe, kaise hote wo hamare janaze ke pichhe, hamara janaza tha unke janaze ke pichhe
