Likhne ka bhi ab to krtaa hai man ni.. Naa duniya ki chinta naa khud ki fikar hi.. Mehnat bs krra ab, hora sabar ni... Manzil to dhundhli thi, ab ye safar bhi... Ro ke pukara khuda ko tha mene... Vo bole fir aaakar, ye saamne mere Dhundh me tu chalta jaa, mujpe bharosa rkh.. Girne ni dunga .. chahite ko mere... Vese bhi sch kehne wale ab, bache kam Duniya me bdh re hai papi aur jhute jan... Mene kaha me bhi unme se ek hi... Jhuthe farebi ko jesa ka tesa ab.. Rehta me apne me, ungli kyu krte ye.. Bad bad ye karte bs, lafzo ke bhadwe ye.. Kitne bhi accha ban, bs tujhse sadhte ye.. Pdhti jarurat to shakkar ke dalle ye... Hatkar me sabse, du sapno ko par mere Hat kr naa bachhde, tu trophy me sir lete.. Chl lete, sth me apno ke aakhir tk... Dhoke jo krte hai, unko bhi hum dete.. Cum dete ggaane, pr baaro me dam rehte.. Samjhe jo gaane wahi to hai thumb dete(like) Numb rehte pdhte ni uske khayalo me.. Aayi thi vo nikle dil ke janazo me... Kale libaas ki krke numaissh Vo aayi thi kale se dil ko chuppane.. Choro naa jaane dooo... Jo hota accha hai... Dil me ni rkhta me, keh deta, baccha me.. Chora tha khudne, to ab kyu ho pachta re.. Leta ni dil pe ab du naa me fuck pyre.. . . . . Ek bhola sa ladka tha dil ka vo sccha Dil hi lagata, dimag ka kaccha Rehta akela vo apne me khush thaa... Pr dil laga baitha sala,, vo chutiyaa... Lagta tha usko, ki dil ki hai keemat... Ye zalim zamane ne smja di scheme ab.. Dil milta dhaniye sa, sabzi bazaro me... Paise ki duniya me free wali cheez hum.. gam ni hai jo kia dil se kia maine... Pyr yaa nafrat ho 100 hi dia maine... Krta bharosa ni logo pe, ab haa Dil tuta beato ko apna lia maine..