Dard

Voice of the departed Braveheart!

Jis umra mein uthhti hai doli kisi ki
Hum usi daur mein apna kafan silwaate hai

Solitude

kabhi to koi puch le ki kaisi guzar rahi hai, aisa nhi hota
is liye insaan wahi sahi hota jo har dard ko aankhon bhar ke muskuaata
himmat aati usmein jab wo jaan leta khud ko kaise sambhaalen tanhaan
kyon ki logoon ke daguzar ki koi intehaa nahi hoti