Jinke irrade buland ho ... woh sadko ki nahi, aasmano ki baatein karte hai

Sapne dekhna aur sapno ka pura ho jaana ... bahut alag baatein hai

Bees saalon ke zakhm ... bees dino mein nahi bhare jaate hai

Amrica mein pyar ka matlab hai len den ... lekin Hindustan mein pyar ka matlab hai sirf dena, dena, dena

Achchai aur burai ko alag karne waali lakeer seedha dil se nikalti hai

Amir se amir aadmi kabhi kabhi itna gareeb ho jaata hai ... ki uske paas paise ke sivah kuch nahi hota

Yeh dimaag hum mein behka sakta hai ... par mann, mann kabhi dhokha nahi deta

Satta milne par pyare se pyara insaan bhi apne rang badal leta hai

Daag daaman pe nahin ... dil pe liya hai maine

Joh baat hamari samajh mein nahi aati hai ... hum usse beizzati samajhte hai

Apne hi paani mein pighal jaana barf ka muqaddar hota hai

Koi bhi insaan paidaishi mujrim nahi hota ... ya toh banaya jaata hai, ya phir ban jaata hai

Bheek mein mile desh aur daan mein mile hathyaron ke dum par itna bhaunkna theek nahi

Is duniya mein na koi pooch ke aaya hai ... aur na koi pooch ke jayega

Zinda wohi hai joh jhukta hai ... akadte toh sirf murda hai

Awaaz toh teri ek din main neechi karoonga ... sher ki tarah garajne waala ... billi ki zabaan bolega

Kehte hai ki jab bachche ke zid baap poori na kar sake ... toh woh apni maa ke paas chala jaata hai

Main tumhe chhod kar toh gayi ... par bhool nahi payi

Sikka girne par awaaz hoti hai... uthate waqt nahi

Hum mein toh lagta hai bhagwan ne khali pehda kar diya hai ... taqdeer likhna hi bhool gaya hai