WOH SHAKHS KIYA HAI JO HAR ROZ SAZA DETA HAI PHIR HANSTA HAI WO ITNA K SAB KUCH BHULA DETA HAI KABHI RO DE TOU MUJH KO BHI BHOOL JATA HAI AUR PHIR BHOOL K MUJH KO BHI RULA DETA HAI.
kyun itna gam judaai ka hai tu liye huye, yaadon k apni palko pe jugnu liye huye, is dour-Ae-purfraib me hairat ki baat h, baitha hai tu wafaao ki khushboo liye huye….
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