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Baith Jata Hu Mitti Pe Aksar……

Kyuki Mujhe Apni Aukat Acchi Lagti Hai……

Maine Samandar Se Sikha Hai Jeene Ka Salika….

Chup Chap Se Behna Aur Apni Mouj Me Rehna…..

Aisa Nahi Hai Ke Mujhme Koi Aeib Nahi Hai…

Par Sach Kehta Hu

Mujhme Koi Faraib Nahi Hai…..

Jal Jaate Hai Mere Andaz Se Mere Dushman…..

Kyu Ki Ek Muddat Se Maine Na Mohabbat

Badli Aur Na Dost Badle…..

Ek Ghadi Khareed Kar Haath Me Kya Baandhi….. Waqt Peeche Hi Padgaya Mere…..

Sonchta Tha Ghar Bana Kar Rahunga Sukun Se……

Par Ghar Ki Zarurato Ne Musafir Bana Dala…..

Sukun Ki Baath Mat Kar Ae Ghalib…..

Bachanpan Wala Itwar Ab Nahi Aatha….

Shouk Tho Maa Baap K Paiso Se Pure Hote Hai…..

Apne Paiso Se Tho Bas Zarurate Hi Puri Ho Pati Hai….. Zindagi Ki Bhag Daur Me Kyu Waqt K Saath Rangat Kho Jati Hai……

Hasti, Khelti, Zindagi Bhi Aam Hojati Hai……

Ek Sawera Tha Jab Haske Uthte The Hum……

Aur Aaj Kai Baar

Bina Muskurai Hi Shaam Hojati Hai…..

Kitne Dur Nikalgaye

Rishto Ko Nibhate Nibhate….

Khud Ko Khodiya Humne Apno Ko Paate Paate….

Log Kehte Hai Hum Muskurate Bohot Hai….

Aur Hum Thak Gaye Dard Ko Chupate Chupate…

Khush Hu Aur Sab Ko Khush Rakhne Ki Koshish Kartha Hu….

Laaparwa Hu Phir Bhi Sab Ki Parwa Kartha Hu….. Malum Hai Koi Mol Nahi Mera….

Phir Bhi Kuch Anmol Logo Se Rishte Rakhta Hu…..

Bait Jata Hu Mitti Pe Aksar….

Kyu Ke Mujhe Apni Aukat Acchi Lagti Hai…

-H.R. Bachhan