baat nikalegi to phir duur talak jayegi
log bewajah udasi kaa sabab puchenge
ye bhi puchhenge ke tum itni pareshaan kyu ho
ungliya uthengi sukhe huye baalo ki taraf
ek nazar dekhenge guzre huye salo ki taraf
chudiyo par bhi kai tanz kiye jaayenge
kanpate haatho pe bhi fikre kase jayenge

log zalim hai har ek baat kaa tana denge
baato baato me mera zikr bhi le aayenge
unaki baato ka zara sa bhi asar mat lena
warna chehre ke tasur se samajh jayenge
chahe kuchh bhi ho sawaalaat na karna unse
mere baare me koi baat na karna unse
baat nikalegii to phir dur talak jayegi

A whisper starts, and journeys to the edge,
Where shadows lengthen, and the heart's besieged.
They'll ask the reason for your hidden ache,
Probe the depths of sorrow you embrace.
Fingers will point, to locks once thick and bright,
Now withered, touched by an unending night.
They'll cast their gaze on years that slipped away,
And mock the bracelets on your hand's slow sway.
They'll whisper cruelties, a venomous sting,
And on your trembling hands, harsh judgments bring.

They are the cruel, who thrive on whispered scorn,
Will weave my name into their fabric born.
Let not their words, however sharp, take hold,
Or in your face, the hidden truths unfold.
No matter what, from questions you must flee,
Speak not of me, let silence set you free.
A whisper starts, and journeys to the edge,
Where echoes rise, and the heart's besieged.