kon karta h kisi ko yad mar jane k bad
ped bhi gira deta h patte sukh jane k bad
bhul jati h ye duniya us khushi dene wale insan ko
yad karti h to bas gam dene wale setan ko
na jane duniya me itna gam kyo fela h
insan banne ki chaht me wo barbad hua h
chale the hum logo k dilo ki pyas bhujhane
khud ka dil ese jala k sakun na mila hume kahi
pukarte rahe hum rab ko duaye de dekar
usne bhi muh fer liya humse ye bolkar
kyo banaya us insan ko khuda tune
jise mene bheja tha is dharti par insan bankar
me to chala tha pyar ki dagar par ful lekar
raste me itne kante mile ki khud ko hi bhul gaye
logo ka gam kam karne ki chaht thi hume kabhi
aaj khud ka gam zindagi chura raha h humse
hume bhi bhul jayegi ye duniya ek din
kyonki hume chaht thi har ek k dil me basne ki
humne rab se manga tha ek khubsurat zindagi
rab ne kaha yahi h mere pass tere liye zindagi
humne bhi kabul ki us rab ki ye zindagi
jisme shayad hi kabhi muskurane ka mauka mile
bas chaht h itni k hum zinda rahe logo k dil me
panah mile har sache insan h dil me
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