Kyun, In sitaaro ke beech, yeh chand akela sa lagta hai..

Badalo mein simatkar, ro kar woh, yunhi aksar so jaata hai…

Woh uss chandni ke saath reh kar hii.. Zinda sa nazar, aata hai…

Chandni ki bin woh kuch bhi nahi.. Yeh usko samajh nahi aata hai..

Jo door hai, uss par ro-ro kar… Pass mein jo hai bhool jata hai..

ab chaandni jab door hai.. Usko yaad kar, phir badalo mein,

simat kar ro-ro kar, Yunhi aksar so jata hai..

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