Sab ke paas maa, bahan aor beti hoti hai

Chichore pan ki
hadh hoti hai
Sab ke paas maa, bahan
aor beti hoti hai,
Sare aam phir bhi izzat
Kyun Nilaam hoti hai.

Inki bataon se kitni
takleef hoti hai
kaise inki baat,
dilko todh deti hai
Tadap aor dard se
chhot dilpar lagti hai
Aansooyon se ankh
bhigoti hai.

Sare aam nikalna
mushil hota hai
kaise kaise izzat
ki holi jalti hai

kuch toh sharam karo
duniya ke thekedaro
apne se nahi toh
rab se daaro
tumhare ghar
bhi toh beti hoti hai

jise bazaar mein
aaj becha hai
chand seekon ki khatir
kal bazaar mein
tumhari beti
bhi biK sakti hai

nasheki halat mein
doob jate hain is kadar
khud ki patni, doston
ke hawale hoti hai.

Behudgi badh gayi.
Gundagardi har aor
apni hi izzaat
Daldal ki nazaar hoti hai.

Chichore pan ki
hadh hoti hai
Sab ke paas maa behan
aor beti hoti hai,