Sapne aur sacchayi,
aapne aapne jagahape
raha karte hai.
Khush nasib hote hai,
Jinkelye ye dono,
aapasme milte hai.
Chamakte sitaronki
tarah, her dilko
churaya karte hai.
Subhaki phool ki
tarah, sapne aapni
jindagime aate hai.
Jane ya na jane,
her dilko lubhaya
karte hai.
Banke khushbu ki
ahesas, dil me
samaya karte hai.
Her dukh ko bhulate
huwe, khushiyonko
bichaye deta hai.
Aakhir samne aajate
hai, sacchayi uas
kale badalonki tarah.
Khila huwa phool
murazta huwa dekhte hi
sapne tuth jate hai.
Dubte huwe suraj
ke sath, sapne bhi
duabne lagte hai.
Phir eak nayi intezar,
naye sapnonke khilte
huyi nayi suabha ki sath
