Kuchh bhi achha ya bura nahin hota
Insaan insaan hota hai khuda nahin hota
Zindagi bhi chhoti si hai, sochkar jiyo ya jeekar socho
sab kuchh soch-samajhke karne ka bhi samaa nahin hota
Insaan hi likh raha hai, insaaniyat ki kitaab
Apraadhi wahi hai jo pakda gaya
magar kai gunaahon ka, dharti par faisla nahin hota
Kahaani kahaan se shuru hogi aur kahaan jaakar khatam
Ye shaayad likhne waala bhi nahin jaanta
Marte wahi hain jinmen jeene ka jazba nahin hota
Har waqt kat-hare mein khade rehte hain ye mitti ki putle
Umr bhar sahi galat ki sunwaai karte rehte hain
Inke marne par kai aise bhi log rote hain
Jinhone kabhi inhen dekha nahin hota
Sach aur jhooth mein farak, maut aur zindagi jaisa hai
Insaan jhooth ka sahara lekar zindagi bhar sach se ladta hai
Aur Maut se insaan ka parichay kabhi dobara nahin hota..
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