Ye kaisa ilam mila hai mujhe
jisse hum chupate hai
tadapte hai akele me
mehfilo me muskurate hai
jisse paya nhi jindgi me kabhi
phir bhi khokar usse ro jate hai
ye kaisa ilam mila hai mujhe
jisse hum chupate hai
Sulagte hai iske yaado me
khwabo me usse pate hai
jalta hai humara dil
phir bhi hum muskurate hai
ye kaisa ilam mila hai mujhe
jisse hum chupate hai
Har khusi me hum uski
apni khusi ko pate hai
andhero me hum uske liye
diya ban jal jate hai
ye kaisa ilam mila hai mujhe
jisse hum chupate hai
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