Ishq ke phool bhi khilte hain, bikhar jaate hain
zakhm kaise bhi hon, kuch roze main bhar jaate hain
Us khwabon main ab koi nahi aur hum bhi nahi
Itne roze se aaye hain, chup chaap guzar jaate hain
Nurm aawaaz, bholi baatain, mohazzab lehjaa
Pehle baarish main hi, sab rang utar jaate hain
Raasta roke khari hai, wahi uljhan kab se
Koi puche to kahen kya ke kidhar jaate hain
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