Rakhta hai mera naam,
Wo apne honto per.
Pukarnaa bhul jaataa hai..
Wo apne honto per.
Pukarnaa bhul jaataa hai..
Gairo se karta hai rabta.
Bas mujhko satataa hai..
Bas mujhko satataa hai..
Hasin khaaw uski aankho,
Me bhi chamakte hai.
Anpe lavo se wo,
Sabkuch chupataa hai..
Mujhme to rehtaa hai,
Ek nur ki tarahaa.
Her duaa me uskaa,
Naam aataa hai..
Jisne muddato se na khud ko,
Dekha aaine ki parto me.
Aaj wo aaine ko gurur se,
Aankhe dikhataa hai..
Bade bematlab se log milte hai,
Mohhabat ke sahar me 'Dev'.
Saayad meri tarahaa wo bhi,
Yakin karne se ghabraataa hai...
Me bhi chamakte hai.
Anpe lavo se wo,
Sabkuch chupataa hai..
Mujhme to rehtaa hai,
Ek nur ki tarahaa.
Her duaa me uskaa,
Naam aataa hai..
Jisne muddato se na khud ko,
Dekha aaine ki parto me.
Aaj wo aaine ko gurur se,
Aankhe dikhataa hai..
Bade bematlab se log milte hai,
Mohhabat ke sahar me 'Dev'.
Saayad meri tarahaa wo bhi,
Yakin karne se ghabraataa hai...
Written by Dev Verma
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