vishwas banke log zindegi me aate hai,khwab banke aankhon me sama jate hai.pehle to ye yakeen dilate hai ki bho hamare hai,phir na jane kyon tanha chor jate hai.
Hamare jine ka ek alagandaz hai.Ek ankh me ansu to Dusri me khwab hai.Tute hue khwabo pe kuch ashk baha lete hai.Aur Dusri aankh me fir khwab saja lete hai.
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
Na dil se hota hai,na dimag se hota hai, ye Pyaar to itefaaq se hota hai;Aur kya kahen Pyaar karke bhi Pyaar na mile,Ye itefaq sirf hamare hi saath hota hai.
