chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali
shabnam ke sang jhula jhule
aur mast pavan ke sath pali
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali

bachpan ka zamana bit gaya
lo banke suhani rut aayi
aur apne man hi man me
wo kuch muskayi, kuch sharmayi
itne me kahi se ek bhawra
kuch gun gun karta aa pahuncha
aankho aankho me bat huyi
isne dekha usne dekha

nadan kali kuch paaki thi
is taan me sab kuch bhul gayi
aur todke nata bagiya se
bhawre ka daman tham chali
dono ne basa li ek duniya
armano ki, aashao ki
ek duniya mast tarano ki
ek duniya thandi chhanvo ki
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali
chhoti si ek bagiya me khili

chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khili nanhi munni si ek kali
hanste hanste kuch din gujre
phir kali ne ek sapna dekha
ek chand ka tukda aangan me
aakash se tut ke aan gira
us chand ke tukde se
duniya un dono ki aabad huyi
lekin ye khushi do din ki thi
do din gujre barbad huyi

bhawre ne kali ko thukraya
aur aankh chura kar chala gaya
tarif yahi hai duniya ki
koi na kisi ka mit hua
bhawre se shikayat kon kare
jab kismat ne muh mod liya
ek phul khilaya khushiyo ka
aur apne hatho tod liya
kyu mujhko diye aansu gam ke
duniya ko hasane wale ne
kyu tod liya hai phul mera
us phul khilane wale

In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her promise brushed
By dew that danced, a silver thread,
And winds that whispered, softly bred
A life unseen, in tender keep,
Within the garden, fast asleep.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her promise brushed.

Childhood's dream, a fading trace,
As seasons turned with gentle grace.
A lovely dawn, a sunlit hue,
She blushed, and secrets softly knew.
A bumblebee, with humming flight,
Appeared, and bathed her in his light.
Their eyes entwined, a silent vow,
As whispered promises did bow.

The innocent bud, her heart ablaze,
In that sweet song, she lost her ways.
Forsaking all the garden's hold,
She grasped the bee, a story told.
They built a world, their own design,
Of hopes and dreams, a love divine.
A world of songs, a vibrant art,
A world of shade, a loving heart.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her promise brushed.
In a garden, small and hushed.

In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her promise brushed.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her promise brushed.
They laughed, and days like moments flew,
Until a dream the blossom knew.
A moonbeam fell, a silver tear,
From heavens vast, to linger near.
From that moon's light, their world did bloom,
But joy, alas, met early tomb.

The bee, he turned, his heart astray,
And stole away, at close of day.
This world's a stage, a fleeting show,
Where true companions seldom grow.
Who blames the bee, when fate decrees?
When destiny turns, and ill-at-ease?
A flower bloomed, in vibrant grace,
Then torn away, from its embrace.
Why give me tears, of sorrow's sting?
The world's delight, the joy to sing,
Has plucked my flower, from its stem,
The one who made the joy to hem.