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Ek Mauka to do

zindgi aapke kadmo me bitana chahta hu,
hey prabhu! mujhe bhi ek mauka to do..

tumhare dhyan me baithe magn ho ke gaau,
sunne ko bhajan koi shrota to do..
akela chalta hu teri raah pe,
auro ko bhi raah dikhau ye bharosa to do..
Hey prabhu ! mujhe bhi ek mauka to do..

Dhruva ko diya tha, prahlaad ko diya tha,
arjun or anjani ke laal ko diya tha,
bharat ko diya tha tulsidaas ko diya tha,
ek kewat or ek nisaad ko diya tha,
mujhko bhi ek hawa ka jhoka to do,
hey prabhu! mujhe bhi ek mauka to do..

charan raj sparah se ahilya thi taari,
darshan ko tarasti thi mithilesh kumari,
naam sada japte hai brahma or purari,
sahristi ke tum hi ho bhav bhya haari,
mujhko bhi bhakti ras ka chokha to do..
hey prabhu ! mujhe bhi ek mauka to do..
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