ishq pyar mohhabat
ye sabd paraye lagte hai,
anjan *** inke mayano se
ek ehsas iss dil me jise me
mohabat samazha karta tha
jisse dard ke siwa kuch na mila

yeh mehsoos bhi nai hua ki
apne he apnon ke  pankh
kat chuke the,
talash thi to bas us kandhe ki thi
jo iss ladkhadate hue ko sahara de sake

fir bhi, dhire dhire iss katon ki
chadar par aage badna hai,
dil yehi kehta rehta hai,
kyunki jhuthi hansi ki kuch
aisi adat si ** gayi hai,
ki ab chahte hue bhi dard
ka ehsas nahin hota hai

naa paresaniya, naa halaat na he koi rog hai
jinhonw hame sataya hai aur koi nahi
wo jhuthe log hai, wo jhuthe log Hai!

jhuthe logon ki duniya me
sachai ki kimat kon jaanega,
toot kar bikhar jayega
jo inse ulajhne ki thanega,
bhalai hai dur rahe aise logon se
jo achai ka naatak karte hai
dhakel denge ye bure daur andhere me
jo girega nikal naa payega!

Jo kal mere sath sahmati ke
Rangon ke kalaap sang hansi baant rahe the

Wo hi aaj hansi ka mohra
mujhe bana rahe the

Mujhe apni batane ki sudh kaha
Hansi mujhe aap mein aa rahi
Duniya ke iss
Jane anjane nasheeley baagaan ke beech
astitva jiska khud hi dhuaan hai

Kal gar jo mujhe rota hua tumne dekh liya
Toh mat puchhna matlab uss nazare ka
Wo nazara, jo meri ruh ko sula khud
Ek naatak dikha raha hoga
Iss badan ka.