ghane badalon ka bharm paida karti hai
teri lambi reshmi bal,jo kamar tak ati hai,
chand sharm se asmaan mein chhup jati hai,
jb tu mast mathe par bindiya lagati hai,
mere dhadkano ki raftaar tej ho jati hai,
haule - haule se jb tu muskati hai,
man khushi mein khil uthata hai,
jb tu apne honthon pe khila phul dikhati ho
tera mera kya rista hai,jo kuchh paise bhi nhi leti
aur nayano se muft mein mahangi sarab pilati ho
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