Insaano ki is duniya me..

Insaano ki is duniya me,
prabhu tera koi mol nahi..
wo rote or bilakhte hai,
bas jeene ka mahol nahi..

kabhi kaha tha tumne arjun ko,
mujhme hi sada vishwaas rakho..
koi apna bhi gar sath na de,
mujhse apni ardaas kaho..

kuch khoya nahi hai mene lekin,
na jaane kyu main rota hu..
is jeevan chakra ki maala ko,
main aansuo me kyu pirota hu..

prabhu do mujhko apni bhakti,
mujhe nij charno ka kaas karo..
mujhe do fir janam ek gopi ka,
aa mere sang bhi raas karo..

mujhe soordas ki aankhe do,
is duniya ko na dekh saku..
mere divya netra ki jyoti se,
tere daras ki traas mitata rahu..

ek meera thi deewani si,
tumse usne jo prem kiya..
ek gwale ki murli bas ho,
nar narayan ko mol liya..

prabhu naam na tumhra main jaanu,
naa jaanu main bhakti pooja..
mujh naadaan pe kripa karo..
tum bin mera na koi duja..

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