Dil me har raaz daba k rakhte hain,
Honto pay muskan saja k rakhtey hain,
Ye duniya sirf khushi main saath deti hay,
Is liye hum apne aanso chupa k rakhte hain
Jab dill Udas hota hai,
Dard khuch khaas hota hai,
Her soch, Her yad, Her Baat, Har pal bara be-ass hota hai,
Bas ek awaz c hoti hai,
Na koi apna sa lagta hai,
Sab ek sapna ssa lagta hai,
Yun Dill kyon Udas hota hai?
Monday, June 1, 2009
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