Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

Ek muskaan sa ek saath sa
Bhai hai wo is naadan ka

Har pal har ek pal jisne haathon ko thame rakha
Durr hokar bhi jisne zindagi bhar ka saath rakha
Naa chahte hue bhi jisne
Humari har ek jarurat ka khayal rakha..

Wahi toh h ek muskan sa ek armaan sa
Pyaara bhai h wo is nadaan ka

Baaton ki gudgudi se hasana
Ruthne par haskar manana
Pal pal ki khushi se
Naa jaane kitne ka din banana

Haa muskan sa, nahe khawaab sa
Bhai h wo is naadan ka

Is naadan ne bhi socha na tha ki aisa bhi hota hai
Koi itna durr hokar bhi itni saralta se apnata hai
Chand baaton se
Kisi anjaan ko apna bananta hai

Ek muskan sa, hamesha rahe muskan sa
pyaara pyaara bhai h wo is naadan ka.....