mujhe mil jaayegi unaki dagariya
kaahe ghir-ghir aaye badariya

chaahe panchhi na bole
chaahe chandramaa??? aankh na khole
unhein dhundh nikaalegi hamari najariya

dwaar naya, chhat nayi, naya ghar
ghar ka sab saamaan naya
phir bhi sakhi kahi tikati nahin hai
vyaakul hamari najariya

mujhe mil jaayegi

Anil:
Their path, I shall surely find,
Why do clouds gather, of a troubled mind?

Anil:
Though the birds may hold their tongue,
Though the moon its gaze has not flung,
My own gaze, their form will unwind.

Wahidan:
A new door, a fresh roof, a new home,
All within, the novel come,
Yet, friend, my gaze finds no ease,
Restless, it seeks with desperate pleas.

Both:
Their path, I shall surely find...