agar is zindagi ko
ek phul

aur ek khwab
aur ek tum milte

to phir ye zindagi ka canwas rangon se bhar jata
mayassar hai mujhe bhi

ek phul
aur ek khwab

aur ek tum
lekin

kabhi tum sath hote ho
to phir wo phul

meri dastaras hi mein nahin hota
kabhi wo phul

meri ungliyon ki por ko chhu kar
hawa mein raqs karta hai

to sare khwab mujh se ruth jate hain
kabhi ruthe hue khwabon se main

hum raqs hota hun
to phir tum

titliyon ke rang
un ke pankh

aur un ki subuk pairahni se ruth kar
apne badan par

ajnabi bezar-pan ki ek chadar tan lete ho
main kaise

titliyon ke pichhe bhagun
apne tute khwab jodon

aur phir
is ajnabi bezar-pan ki chadaron ko noch dalun

main kaise zindagi ke sare mausam sath rakkhun