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main chala ek naye safar pe,
akela bas khwab or umeedein sath liye,
ek aise sahar ki taraf,
jaha mere sapne baste hai,
bina ye soche k,
kaha mere apne baste hai,
har pal har kadam k sath aage badhta chala,
fir ek pal achanak mud k peeche dekha,
to dekha main kitna akela khada tha,
anjano ki bheed me khud ko talashta hua,
bas yaado ko yad karta hua aage badh chala,
yuhi akela is umeed me,
k ek din vapas aaunga manziloon ko paakr,
zindgi se jeet kr or gamo ko hrakr,
ho sakta hai waqt thoda jada lag jaye,
bs darr hai kahi mere apne mujhe bhool na jaye,
galti bhi to meri thi jo unhe chor chala,
sapno ki rah me apno se muh mod chala,
bas yahi umeed hai tumse k mere liye dua karo,
is dosti ko apne dil me jagha do,
main ek din wapas jaroor aaunga,
tum sab se door kab tak reh paaunga,
bin tumhare barish ki boonde kaanto si lagti hai,
ye nazare ye sadke sab sooni si lagti hai,
bas kuch dino ki ye bat hai,
bhot choti ye andheri raat hai,
fir hum sab ek sath hoge,
wo masti bhare din fir lautenge,
Dedicated to my sweet sweet friends - Mayank Tiwari

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