Jab b aapki yaad aati hai, mere honthon pe ye fariyad aati hai, khuda khush rakhe aapko hr haal me, kyunke hmari khushi to aaj b aap ki khushi ke baad aati hai.
Khushi se mare to aap ko paa kar marenge, Gum se mare to aap ko kho kar marenge, Gum naa hoga iss duniya se jaane ka, Jaise bhi mare aap ke ho kar marenge.
chaha tha us ko rooh ki gahraiyon k sath.. zinda hain apni zaat ki tanhaiyon k sath.. roka nahi us ko bicharny k waqt b.. apni wafa py naaz tha sachaiyon k sath
