main ser k bal girra tha gunahoon k bojh se,
dunia smjh rahi thi k sajde main prra hai,,
sajde main jab gya tou logon ne ye kha,
zalim ne etni pee hai k madhosh prra hai,,
mukaam nahi milta,
Jisko jee bhar pyaar kar sake wo insaan nahi milta,
Aasma k sitaro ki tarah hamare armaan bhi bikhrte rehte hai,
Jo apne dil mein hamein jagah de sake wo meharbaan nahi milta
Dedar ho jay tera yahi dua hai ab to
Kuch samay mily undhar yahi dua hai ab to
Itna paicheda to nahi us k loutny ka rsta
Lout ay jald wahan se yahi dua hai ab to
