Hum sabka apna mulya h.
Har koi khush nahi,
par pareshan rehana kisi ki aadat to nahi? ?
Har kisi ki apni ahemiyat h,
Jashn manana kise pasand nahi
Par khushi ka ehsaas sirf jashn to nahi? ?
Labjo ka kya h, muft m nikalte h
Par sabdo ka mol to duniya badal deta h..
Haa, behatar hoga ki m chup reh jau,
Par kya pata mere hi kuch sabd mujhe yaha rehana sikha de!
Ab to khamosh diwaar khusnaseeb lagne lagi h
Sunti sab h par kehati kuch nahi h,
Man ka maill saaf ho ab ye jahan m lana muskil h
Sach to ye h ki jine ki aadat ho gayi h is gandagi m
Raaste kitne bi saaf karle ye sarkaar
Par man ke maill pe hukum kiska chala h, , , ,
Ab to ye lagne laga h, swaarth(selfishness) ahainkaar to bas suruwaat h
Nafrat ki aag m abi to baaki pura brashtaachaar (corruption) h
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