Baharon ke mausam main bhi,
dil itna udaas kyu hai.
sab kuch apna khokar bhi,
ise kuch paane ki aas kyu hai.
raat ke sannate main bhi;
ye cheekhen hai sunta,
haar chuka hai agar ye to;
ise savere ki aas kyu hai.
bahaaron ke mausam....
baagon main khilti kaliyaan,
mujhko ye sikhlaati hain,
sahi samay par sahi parishram,
har dum hi rang laati hai.
in rangon ko dekhe;
ek arsa hai beeta,
inme doobne ki sochkar hi;
aaj haasi aa jati hai.
kyu khud ko hai;
itna tanhaa maine maana,
is kambaqt ko;
is tanhai main bhi,
mehfilon ki aas kyu hai.
bahaaron ke mausam....
dil itna udaas kyu hai.
sab kuch apna khokar bhi,
ise kuch paane ki aas kyu hai.
raat ke sannate main bhi;
ye cheekhen hai sunta,
haar chuka hai agar ye to;
ise savere ki aas kyu hai.
bahaaron ke mausam....
baagon main khilti kaliyaan,
mujhko ye sikhlaati hain,
sahi samay par sahi parishram,
har dum hi rang laati hai.
in rangon ko dekhe;
ek arsa hai beeta,
inme doobne ki sochkar hi;
aaj haasi aa jati hai.
kyu khud ko hai;
itna tanhaa maine maana,
is kambaqt ko;
is tanhai main bhi,
mehfilon ki aas kyu hai.
bahaaron ke mausam....