Wo yaroki mehfil,wo muskurate pal, Dilse juda hai apna bita hua Kal. Kabhi jindagi guzjarti thi Waqt bitane me, Aaj waqt guzar jata hai chand kagaj ke note kamane me.
HAR baat ka koi jawab nahi hota, har ISHQ ka naam kharab nahi hota,yu to zhoom lete hai NASHE mein pine wale, magar har NASHE ka naam SHARAB nahi hota.