bite hue din khud ko jab dohraate hain
ek se jaane hum kitne ho jate hain

hum bhi dil ki baat kahan kah pate hain
aap bhi kuchh kahte kahte rah jate hain

khushbu apne raste khud tai karti hai
phul to dali ke ho kar rah jate hain

roz naya ek qissa kahne wale log
kahte kahte khud qissa ho jate hain

kaun bachaega phir todne walon se
phul agar shakhon se dhoka khate hain