Uski do ungliya hai rakhi mere hontho ke bich me,
Mai rass unka zubaan se peeye jaa rha hu...
Apsara se kam nahi, jo hai meri baaho me..
Jiska mai naam aaahe bharke liye jaarha hu..
Woh meri godi me bethi hai, piche ki taraf girrti hui,
Hai mere haatho me kamar uski or nazre chhat ki taraf firi hui...
Silsila hai aisa woh jhaange utha utha ke mujhe samaaye apne andar yun,
Jaise kashti tairti hai, niche upar fadfadata samundar yun...
Uski paseene se bheegi jhaango ke bich me,
Ek naazuk tijori, jiska rang gulaabi hai..
Iske bheetar tehes nehes karne aaya,
Woh mera hi chor natkhat apradhi hai...
Woh apne iss chaandi jaise jism ka haal bura karwana chahti hai...
Woh dard me chillaye naam mera,
Bhuki sherni ki tarha mujhe kaat khaati hai...
Woh thak ke kehti ki,
Kehte hai ki tu aashiq hai, mohabbat Krna jaanta hai..
Par tujhe aurat ko paagal krne wali hunar bhi saari aati hai
Mai rass unka zubaan se peeye jaa rha hu...
Apsara se kam nahi, jo hai meri baaho me..

Jiska mai naam aaahe bharke liye jaarha hu..
Woh meri godi me bethi hai, piche ki taraf girrti hui,
Hai mere haatho me kamar uski or nazre chhat ki taraf firi hui...

Silsila hai aisa woh jhaange utha utha ke mujhe samaaye apne andar yun,
Jaise kashti tairti hai, niche upar fadfadata samundar yun...
Uski paseene se bheegi jhaango ke bich me,
Ek naazuk tijori, jiska rang gulaabi hai..
Iske bheetar tehes nehes karne aaya,
Woh mera hi chor natkhat apradhi hai...
Woh apne iss chaandi jaise jism ka haal bura karwana chahti hai...

Woh dard me chillaye naam mera,
Bhuki sherni ki tarha mujhe kaat khaati hai...
Woh thak ke kehti ki,
Kehte hai ki tu aashiq hai, mohabbat Krna jaanta hai..
Par tujhe aurat ko paagal krne wali hunar bhi saari aati hai

