Khamoshi ke saye mein bhi..

Dil cheekh ke unko pukarta hai..

Ankho ke palko ke sahare..

Ansu chupa lete hai hum..

Unka deedar ho jaye,  to khushi karti hai mastana..

Wo na mile, to judai kar deti hai deewana..

Unki kaali ghani zulfein, din mein andhera karti hai..

Unke moti jaise daat, chanda ko ishara karte hai..

Unke gulabi hoth,  gulabi gulab se bhi komal hoth..

Unki ankho ka wo kajal, wo zari se chamakta anchal..

Unki har ada ka andaz, hai sabse juda, sabse khas..

Wo itne pyare hai, unsa pyara hai unka naam..

Unka naam jab bhi le,  ruh ko milta hai sukoon, araam..