kamaai kamaai kamaai to bahut phir bhi kadki har dum rehti hai
kamaai to bahut phir bhi kadki har dum rehti hai
kuchh mahangaai le jati, kuchh biwi udati hai biwi udati hai
bujurgo ka ye kahna hai ghar ko mard lutate hai
bujurgo ka ye kahna hai ghar ko mard lutate hai
lakh musibat ho aurat ghar ko banati hai
aurat ghar ko banati hai
kamaai to bahut phir bhi kadki har dum rehti hai

hai unki saadiya dasbees hamare kapde le bechar hai
hai unki ha ha hai unki saadiya dasbees hamare kapde le bechar
hai unki roj deewali, deewala nikla hamra yaar
sone ke haath me kanga, heere ki kaan mein baali
chhanke pairo me payal, haye re payal payal haye re payal
chhanke pairo me payal, pati ka batva hai khaali
laga kar sent, laga kar sent mahenga ye nakhre sau sau dikhati hai
kuchh mahangaai le jati, kuchh biwi udati hai biwi udati hai
bujurgo ka ye kahna hai ghar ko mard lutate hai

buse chalti hai lekin wo sada taxi mein jaate hai
buse hai hai hai chalti hai lekin wo sada taxi mein jaate hai
chale jab kaam tedhi se sada cigarette wo peete hai
lagakar aankh par chasma cinema khub jaate hai
ghar ka chhod kar khaana haye re khaana re khaana haye re khaana
ghar ka chhod kar khaana sada hotel me khate hai
piya duty manate hai tabhi ghar ko sajati hai
ho lakh musibat ho aurat ghar ko banati hai
aurat ghar ko banati hai
kamaai to bahut phir bhi kadki har dum rehti hai

pehankar reshami joda hume jalwa dikhavat hai
kabhi jo der se aao shubha manva mein laavat hai
namak mircha wo daale khub jali roti khilavat hai
chale jab chaal naa koi chale jab chaal naa koi
to wo berang dikhavat hai
jeb hoti hai jab khaali yaad biwi bas aati hai
bachat ke paise se har dum udhari wo chukati hai
jawani mein satavat wo budhape me bhi baki hai
pati ke seva kar biwi sukhi jivan banati hai
bujurgo ka ye kahna hai ghar ko mard lutate hai
lakh musibat ho aurat ghar ko banati hai
aurat ghar ko banati hai

The harvest of wealth, a brimming tide,
Yet emptiness, where shadows hide.
The cost of living, a hungry thief,
And a woman's whims, a fleeting grief.
The elders whisper, a knowing sigh,
"The man destroys, beneath the sky."
But woman's grace, a steadfast art,
Builds a home within the heart.
The harvest of wealth, a brimming tide,
Yet emptiness, where shadows hide.

Her silken gowns, a score or more,
While threadbare clothes, we must endure.
Her every day, a festival's gleam,
While our fortunes fade, a broken dream.
Gold adorns her, a radiant show,
Pearls in her ears, begin to glow.
Anklets chime, a tinkling sound,
While the husband's purse, is nowhere found.
With costly scents, a fragrant guise,
A hundred caprices bloom in her eyes.
The cost of living, a hungry thief,
And a woman's whims, a fleeting grief.
The elders whisper, a knowing sigh,
"The man destroys, beneath the sky."

The bus awaits, a humble ride,
But taxi's call, where they abide.
Work's demands, a twisted path,
While cigarettes, consume their wrath.
Dark glasses hide, a cinematic quest,
Ignoring home, for a grander test.
Leaving the food that's served at home,
To dine in lavish restaurants, roam.
The husband's duty, a source of grace,
When the house is adorned, with time and space.
But woman's grace, a steadfast art,
Builds a home within the heart.
The harvest of wealth, a brimming tide,
Yet emptiness, where shadows hide.

In silken robes, she struts and sways,
A delayed return, finds her dismayed.
Spice and pepper, a fiery sting,
Burnt offerings, her kitchen brings.
When their footsteps, falter and cease,
She becomes a picture of unease.
When the pockets empty, a truth they feel,
A wife's remembrance, her touch to heal.
From savings guarded, debts they pay,
In youth they suffer, even to this day.
She serves the husband, a life complete,
A wife's devotion, a love so sweet.
The elders whisper, a knowing sigh,
"The man destroys, beneath the sky."
But woman's grace, a steadfast art,
Builds a home within the heart.