kahne ke hai batey sari

hai ye mukka 12 september ka meri pyari

is mukke me tumko mile jeven asimit khushiya sari

khushiyo ka rupp ho aisa

jab tum chaho miley vo jaisa

neet paratidin mai tumhey hasau

raat ko lori tumhey sunau

kahne ke hai batey sari

hai ye mukka 12 september ka meri pyari

eak anokha tumko dekha

jab se maine tumko dekha

sab se jyada meri pyari

jo kah do vo cheej tumahri

ho janm janm ka sath tumahra

har eak naye din badhey viswass hamara

kahney ke hai batey sari

hai ye mukka 12 september ka meri pyari

eak jism do jann hai hum

jaise parchai dikhti her dum

vo rupp ke malika meri pyari ho tum

bacheey lagtey tumko kitne pyare

lagta hai inme chupi jann tumahri.

kalam se nikal kar ye dard bahar aa jata hai

siskiyan se goonjti hai ye fija

aur dil bejaar ho kar fir rota hai

na ummed nahi the mere kismat ke sitare

par ab sare raston se dar sa lagta hai

dil ke khandhar me chupchap din mera kat jata hai

na hoti kisi ki ruswai is qadar jindagi me

ye soch ke dil tadap jata hai

tere ansoon me ghool kar mera dard kuch kam ho jata hai

ye ranjo-gam ki batein utni dardnaak nahi hain duniya mei

sse bhi majboor jindgi,

kissa ban waqt me kahi kho jata hai

unke jitna dard nahi mila mujhe soch kar dil khoos ho jata hai