likh diya hai ye mummy ne khat me kya
likh diya hai ye mummy ne khat me ki
hume pyar karana mana hai ladke chalu ha ladke
chalu bahot aaj kal hai unse aitbar karana mana hai
likh diya hai ye mummy ne khat me ki
hume pyar karana mana hai

aur kya likha hai humne bheja tha college me tumko
khub achi tarah likhane padhane
aur kya likha hai humne bheja tha college me tumko
khub achi tarah likhane padhane

chhod karke likhai padhai tum lago ho kise pyar karane
pyar kisase hai inarar kar lo tumhe ikarar karana mana hai
kyu ki ladke chalu ladke chalu bahot aaj kal hai
unpe aitabar karana mana hai

aage kya likha hai wo jo le jana chahe cinema
kabhi jana nahi sath uske aage kya likha hai
wo jo le jana chahe cinema kabhi jana nahi sath uske
bahlaye tumko phir bhi jana nahi pass uske
jis gali me ho tera diwana
us gali se gujarana mana hai
us gali se gujarana mana hai

ladke chalu ladke chalu bahut aaj kal hai
unse aitbar karna mana hai ki likh diya hai
ye mummy ne khat me ki hume pyar karna mana hai

My darling, a letter from home,
From Mother's hand, a whispered tome.
It reads, "My child, love is forbidden,
For boys are sly, their paths are hidden.
Trust is frail, a dangerous game,
Love's tender touch, a burning flame."

And what was penned, when you were sent,
To learn and grow, your talents lent?
To study hard, your future bright,
To read and write with all your might.
But knowledge lost, a different art,
You've chosen love to seize your heart?

Reject him now, this fervent plea,
Confess your love? It cannot be.
For boys are sly, their schemes unfold,
Trust is frail, a story told.
He calls you forth to darkened screen,
Never accept, where shadows convene.
He tries to charm, his words a snare,
Do not go near, beware, beware.
The street he roams, your lover's way,
That street you must not walk this day.

For boys are sly, their schemes entwine,
Trust is frail, a dangerous sign.
The letter reads, from Mother's hand,
"My child, love not, across the land."