gore rang pe wo marte hain
jinhe rango se pyar hota hai
chera ki khubsurti pe wo marte hain
jinhe us khoobsurti se hin bus pyar hota hai

Talash karne wala na rang na khubsurti khojta hai
wo chahta hai bus koi apna
wo dekhta hai bus ek hin sapna
ki koi ho jo jo sirf ho uska apna

per logo ne sada is pyar ko galat samjha hai
her sapno ko subah ke ujalon me chipaya hai
per kuch ankhe sapne nahi dekhte
kuch labj ajj bhi thame rehte hain
kyunki unki pyar ko humesa
unki kamjori samjha jata hai.......
aur un ankho ko bus
aur bus .................................................................................