phul sab ke liye mahakte hain
log lekin kahan samajhte hain

zindagi ji rahe hain hum lekin
zindagi ke liye taraste hain

waqt ka ek nam aur bhi hai
log marham bhi is ko kahte hain

roz milte nahin hain hum khud se
roz khud se magar bichhadte hain

phul jaise jo khil nahin pate
phul jaise wahi bikharte hain

waqt mein khasiyat hai kya aisi
waqt ke sath sab badalte hain