Thoda sa Maa ka pyar rishte nikhaar deta h.. 
Papa ki daat m chupa dher saara pyaar hota h. 
Khushnaseeb hote h vo log jinhe ye rishte naseeb hote h.. 
Khuda bhi sahi kehta h jannat dekhne ki jaroorat nii jannat k jaisa hi parivaar hota h.... 
Aaj Kal k daur m rishte Kaun nibhaata h.. 
Kaam pade to yaad Karo warna Har koi bhool jaata h.. 
Rishte nibha k dekho janaab khwahisen poori ** jaati h... 
Aur unhi khwahison se ek pyaara sa parivaar ban jaata h...

Parivaar

Meri khwahison se mere naseeb tak..
Ye Muamla Mere Rab ka hai.