Ye aarzo nhi ki tmhe sataye ham,
Na ye tammana ki tmhe Rulaye ham.
Bas yahi duaa hai Rab se.
Tmhe jitna yaad karte hai. ham.
Utna tmhe bhi yaad aaye ham.
It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the brickbat. They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant. It is greatly to be regretted, for both their sakes.
Khushboo Bankar Teri Saanso Mein Sama Jayenge,
Sukun Bankar Tere Dil Mein Utar Jayenge,
Mehsus Karne Ki Koshish To Kijiye,
Dur Rahte Hue Bhi Pass Najar Aayenge.
Main Ne Chand Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Badlon Main Chup Gaya
Main Ne Pani Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Beh Gaya
Main Ne Baraf Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Pighal Gaya
Main Ne Barish Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Baras K Thum Gaya
Main Ne Aag Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Bujh Gai
Main Ne Phoolon Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Murjha Gaya
Main Ne Kanto Se Pyaar Kya To,
Wo Toot Gaya
Main Ne Janwaron Se Pyaar Kya To,
Woh Meri Zaban Na Samjh Sakay
Or Jab..Main Ne Insaan’on Se Pyaar KyaTo,
Woh Be-Wafa Niklay