Even after dying Hindustan is in our words, and even after dying the sign of Hindustan is in our hands ... if we get such a death, we are ready to die everyday ... and since we love death, it does not matter if you kill us today or tomorrow

On the asphalt road there are two shadows ... may be they are the illegitimate children of darkness ... may be they have grown up drinking blood ... they neither have ground beneath their feet nor a sky above their heads ... this is the tale of those whose lives have been crushed

This is my life, this is my prayer ... that my head bowed down when his name came up ... neither does he go to the temple of idols, neither does he roam in god's house ... where you keep your feet, I hit my head over there ... that's the story of people in love like me ... there is no one to cry for us, and the world is there to laugh on us

You are coming hiding from the eyes of the world ... with your eyes staring down and stealing your body ... scared from the noise of your own footsteps ... and in fear from the shaking of your own shadow

You are not concerned and neither is my brother worried about the house ... have you ever thought about getting me settled ... have you ever given my message to anyone or spoken about me ... have you ever even tried a little bit, so that I could get married

My enemy probably didn't even think that ... this lamp can also ignite in the storm of death ... he believes in the power of pride and I believe that ... the hand of the truth can break the arm of a killer ... my executioner probably didn't know that ... this heart can also beat with the hand of death on him

On the night of doomsday we went out to roam around ... the red moon was out and we left to kiss it ... our habits are so bad that ... we left in the middle of the night to find trouble

Reading the scriptures doesn't make you wise ... but the one who reads the two and a half letters of love, becomes wise

Hey youngsters life is silky and a sword also ... it is a smiling flower and a bothering necklace also ... it is also hot and cold like the sun and the moon ... it is the tear of our eyes and also someone else's pain ... and to burn the torch of peace on the way ... I live so that I can be useful to my country

He is my friend who doesn't eat meat ... his name is Bhagwan, he is good at heart ... and because of him things are going great

The one who is landing from the skies into the valleys ... the one who has spread on the mountains like a white sheet ... I'm that person ... the one who plays on the green leaves of these trees ... the one who bears every season becoming dew drops ... I'm that person

There is darkness spread by nature all around ... death is dancing and jackals are in a group ... there is no shade from the trees and neither there is a colony ... this dangerous thing has no morning ... these people who are trying to escape from the game of death ... why do they forget that they are connected to this earth ... there is sadness, pain and despair all around ... there is no hope of life or living ... may there never be a drought anywhere on this earth ... since a human can bear everything, except hunger

Shabnam you don't know how I spend my nights ... I keep wandering with your picture in my eyes and I only talk about you ... Shabnam you're a lamp and Manzoor is a moth ... this crazy lover is ready to burn in your arms

I have the blessing of my lord ... I have a silver tongue in my mouth ... I have a golden bow in my hand ... whosoever comes in front of me ... will be smashed with shoes for free

Fill the colour of your body in my poem ... give the music of your style to my voice ... grant life to my imagination

Bored and alone in life I fell in love with a girl ... she said no and declined my love ... now only this cigarette is loyal and that also is twisted

The sleep, the mind, the nights belong to him ... the one on whose hand your hair is confused ... the heart once again yearns for those leisurely days and nights ... when we would just sit back leisurely and let our imagination wander

She obviously knows computer and mobile, but still she wishes everyday ... she is responsible in her work, but still family comes first ... she even dresses up, she even adorns, and has sharp eyes ... but her smile is her biggest enrichment ... honestly I tell you she also has a good face and she is also beautiful ... she is Geeta from Gorakhpur, but in a moment she can become a bombshell of Bombay

I agree that I'm the culprit ... I'm bowing my head down, and you are the boss ... hide me in your arms ... I only desire for this punishment

So many hands and so many heads, let the enemy count them properly ... he will lose every battle, when we play with our heart