main ne chaaha hai tujhe aam se insaan kee tarah
too mira khvaab nahin hai jo bikhar jaega
hamaare ghar ka pata poochhane se kya haasil
udaasiyon kee koee shahariyat nahin hotee
jhoot vaale kaheen se kaheen badh gae
aur main tha ki sach bolata rah gaya
na paane se kisee ke hai na kuchh khone se matalab hai
ye duniya hai ise to kuchh na kuchh hone se matalab hai
sharaafaton kee yahaan koee ahamiyat hee nahin
kisee ka kuchh na bigaado to kaun darata hai
vo mere ghar nahin aata main us ke ghar nahin jaata
magar in ehatiyaaton se taalluq mar nahin jaata
musalasal haadason se bas mujhe itanee shikaayat hai
ki ye aansoo bahaane kee bhee to mohalat nahin dete
jhoot ke aage peechhe dariya chalate hain
sach bola to pyaasa maara jaega
main bhee use khone ka hunar seekh na paaya
us ko bhee mujhe chhod ke jaana nahin aata
bahut se khvaab dekhoge to aankhen
tumhaara saath dena chhod dengee