We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
Woh
Bade faqr se kahti hai
Yeh khoobsurat nasheman
yeh cars ki fleet
Yeh malbusaat ki chamak damak (Kapde)
Meri apni kawish hai
Zindagi ki
Saree ra’naiyaan
Yeh aasaish
Kisi ki marhoone minnat nahin
Zindagi main koi ehsaan ka
Lamha nahin
Main khud main bilkul mukammal hun
Oonchi kursi per baith ker
Na jane kitni zindagiyoon ko
Sawarti aur bigaadti hun
Lekin
Is ke Bawajood
Aik Mazboot
Aur Mustahkam
Saahare ki justujoo main
Uski aankhain neend ko
Tarasti hain!
