rote nahi chahe kitna ho dard
bataye  kabhi na humne tumko
sikaya sabhi ne bachpan se humko
chup ho ja bete rote nahi mard   na jane kisne banaya neyam
gire na asu na bataye ye gum
sehna he tujko bina baat bole
chup hoja shikwa krte nahi mard   zimedario k liye hum sapno ko tod aye
choti si zindagi me bachpan ko chod aye
aur khush krne apno ko 
na jane ye mard apna dil kyu tod aye   adhi raat ke teen ya ho raviwar
karte hum bhot kuch na krte izhar
sikha he jeena phele dusro k khatir
sab ka dhyan de phele apna vo akhir   sikha he sehna akele har baat ko
rehke dek meri jaga  ek bar toh
roote he hum bhi akele chupke adhi raat ko
puche to has deta h har baatko   puche koi toh  humko yaha pe 
kis baat se tum ho parshan
pass bitakr godh sulana 
shant ho jaye ye jaan   khud se hi hardum ladta raha vo
khush rehne se darta raha vo
har wakt rakta vo dhyan tumari
jaise ho uske jaan   nakara nikaama bola  usse
Paiso ko lekr tola  usse
kabhi na samje vo man ki
shabash kbhi na bola  usse
chalta raha vo kuch b na bola
muskurata raha ek labz be na bola
duk me hasu kya ajeeb bimari
aur sab kehte wa kya life tumari     sikha he sehna akele har baat ko
rehke dek meri jaga  ek bar toh
roote he hum bhi akele chupke adhi raat ko
puche to has deta h har baatko Mard badi pyari cheez