Ik ladka soche aksar, kaas apney paas car hoti bunglow bda sa ik apna hota;
hota poora dekha us haseena ko apni banaaney ka beshak harr sapna hota.
Wo maangey jo usko laa kar dun,harr khywais uski mai poori karu;
kuch v kar jau uske liye,kese v karke kamm beech apne ye doori karu.
Kbhi jaan zaukhim mai daali,kbhi chori to kbhi jhooth ka sahaara liya;
pyaar paane k liye kiya wo sab maine,naacha jese usnai mujhe ishaara kiya.
Par aakhir ye sab karna hi kya asal mai pyaar hota hai;
pagal hai wo aashiq jo jaan jaukhim mai daalne ko v taiyaar hota hai.
Door rehna hi acha hai unsai ,jise aashiq se jyaada pyaara paisa, bunglow aur caaar hota hai;
isey sandy poet pyaar nahi maanta, ye to seedha saadha vyaapaar hota hai.
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