Wo yaaro ki toli,
wo har shaam mehfil sajana apne adde pe,
wo ek cigrette jalana or phir ek dusre ke sath bantna,
Wajah choti ho ya badi, khushi me ek daaru ki bottle bahana bann ke jhalakti thi,
Jab dekhte the kisi mehengi gaadi ko to ek dusre ko kehte the "ek din mere paas bhi aisi gaadi hogi"
Ek bike pe 3-4 yaaro ka latak ke jaana or phir raste mein zor zor se chillana,
Kabi girlfriend ke kisse hote the to kabi ghar walo ke jhagde,
Naagin wala dance ke bina har jashn adhura hua karta tha,
Mohbat yaar ko hoti thi or bike meri bhagti thi,
Raato ko dur tak bike pe nikal jana yaaro k sang kuch khatti mithi baate lekar,
Dil ki baat zubaan pe hoti thi, chehre sab benakaab hote the..
Bichad gaye wo yaar sab, tut gayi wo toli yaaro ki,
Bujh gayi wo cigrette, tut gayi wo bottle jisme nasha the humaari yaari ka,
Kya karu iss mehengi gaadi jisme khaalipan ke savaye aur kuch nahi,
Kiske sath chillau, kiske sath dil ka haal bantu,
Boht badi badi party hoti h ab mere birthday par magar khushiya simat gayi h,
Aj bhi jab guzarta hu apne uss adde se to kuch chehre naye dikhayi padte h,
jinhe dekh kar honto pe hasti khil aati h or ankhe kuch namm se ho jati h...
Aksar log kaha karte the k khush rehna h to pad likh kar kuch haasil karo, pata ni wo log konsi khushi ki baat kiye kerte the..
