Manzelin bhi us ki thi,
Rasta bhi us ka tha,
ek main ekala tha,
kafla bhi us ka tha,
saath saath chalnay ki soch bhi us ki thi,
phir rasta badalnay ka faisla bhi us ka tha,
aaj kyoun ekala hoon dil sawal karta hai,
log tou us ke thay kia khuda bhi us ka tha.
na jeene ki khushi na marne ka gam
gam hai to apse na milne ka gam
jeete hai is aas par kabhi aap humare kehlayenge
marte nahi isliye ki aap akele reh jayenge