kuch gamo ko chupate h;
kahi chup-chup k aansu bahate h;
tanhai me rote aur mahfil me muskate h;
ktata nahi safar tanha;
 fir bhi jiye chale jate h,
                                                   log apnikismat aajmate h ,
                                                   kbhi chand to kabhi sitaro ko manate h;
                                                   lekin apno ki khushi k liye hath hm hi hatate h;
                                                   lakh gam hain es jindagi me fir;
                                                   fir bhi jiye chale jate h,
tutata h dil apna bhi kaha ye batate h;
aamkho ki nami ko kachra bta k chupate h;
hasrat nahi h ese jine ki;
 fir bhi jiye chale jate h,
                                            do pal ko koi sath apne bhi hota;
                                            khushi  me khush mere dukho me bhi jo rota;
                                           enhi jhuthe khabo ki chadar ham bnate h ;
                                           khab hi sahi siddat se hm nibhate h ,
tham-tham  k chalti h ye sanse ;
fir bhi jiye chale jate h........