Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

EK GHUNT HANS KAR PILO/HINDI


Ek ghunt hans kar pilo
Phir jilo jilo tum bhi jilo
Gale utaro isko jab
Ye chadh jayegi tumri sar

Jhoom ghoom aur naach nachaa
Ji chaahe jitna shor machaa
Dharti ko utha ke kandhon par
Aakaash pe apne pairo ko tika
Phir doud tu milo-milo

Ek ghunt hans kar pilo
Phir jilo jilo tum bhi jilo
Gale utaro isko jab
Ye chadh jayegi tumri sar

Shaqi ki jaroorat kya hai yahan
Jab Mayqada sara ye jahan
Jara hath utha
Lab ko to hila
Phir hos kahan
Jalwa hai jawan
Jo mila tumhe wo to lelo

Ek ghunt hans kar pilo
Phir jilo jilo tum bhi jilo
Gale utaro isko jab
Ye chadh jayegi tumri sar

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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