Bichadta Hai Us Si Se Jis Ka Koi Apna Hota Hai
Gile Shikwe Us Si Se Hai Jaise Dil Apna Kehta Hai
Yeh Mana Dard Hota Hai Yeh Bichadne Ka Yun Apno Se
Magar Soocho Kabhi Us Ka Yaha Tanha Hota Hai
Na Aankhein Us Ki Roti Hai Na Dil Bachain Hota Hai
Taraste Hain Jahan Main Hum Kisi Ko Apna Kehne Ko
Bichadna Bhi Muhabbat Ka Hi Aik Dastoor Hota Hai