desh ki haalat bahut hi funny hain
hasne ke alaawa bacha nahi kuch aur
tragedy jo rahi hai, ek ich hai cure
roke bahut dekhe, chalo haske dekhe thoda
tujhko jab bhi mile topa, thoda muskura ke dekh lona
tragedy me comedy, tragedy me comedy

suraj ki pehli kiran jab nikli aasmaan se
yaha zameen pe jurm jaari kaali raat beeti
bil se bhaagi saari chiti haathi ko sataane
baat maane to maza jo na maane lo saza, do jurmaane oh
sukh ko dhunde dhukh mile, na kar sake phir kuch bhi kyu
chain shaanti na mil sake, na jal sake deeya ye dil ka
chal safed karte kaalaapan, roshni kaha hai dil me
kaala dhan kaha hai bil me, bil me saap hai

baasuri bajaake chaahte laake dega waapas
jhaake bil se aise jaise kaat lega aakar
nok waale daat hai iske, bahut kaale raaz hai chhupte
chubhte kaate roz khilte, dosh daale jaane kispe
dhad sadak par sar zameen pe har kisi ko ghar nahi
aadhi roti maujood hai, aadhe ki khabar nahi
insaaniyat nazar nahi, aazad panchi par nahi
aawaaz kabse pal rahi, aelaan karde dar nahi

hasne ke alaawa bacha nahi kuch aur
tragedy jo rahi hai, ek ich hai cure
roke bahut dekhe, chalo haske dekhe thoda
tujhko jab bhi mile topa, thoda muskura ke dekh lona
tragedy me comedy, tragedy me comedy

ek masla nahi yaha masle to hazaar hai
har din naye masle yaha maslo ka bhandaar hai
maslo ko suljhaane waale pe hi atyaachaar hai
koshishe bekaar hai, jhuti samachaar hai
sarkaari vaade kasme jhute dhoke me awaam hai
naari ghar par jaari uska apharan bhi aam hai
garib bichare piste jaare, rakshak bhakshak ek samaan
ab kya karega aam insaan

hasne ke alaawa bacha nahi kuch aur
tragedy jo rahi hai, ek ich hai cure
roke bahut dekhe, chalo haske dekhe thoda
tujhko jab bhi mile topa, thoda muskura ke dekh lona
tragedy me comedy, tragedy me comedy

The nation's plight, a jest of fate,
Laughter's the refuge, nothing more.
Tragedy's a wound, a single cure,
We've wept enough, let's laugh a bit.
When hardship knocks, a smile impart,
In tragedy, a comedy's art.

The sun ascends, a golden grace,
While shadows cling, the night's dark trace.
Ants flee the burrows, elephants taunt,
If you obey, then joy you'll flaunt,
If not, then fines, a heavy cost,
We seek for joy, but find us lost.
Peace and solace, nowhere found,
The heart's dim lamp, no light around.
Let's paint the black with hues of white,
Where is the light to guide our sight?
Where is the wealth concealed from view?
In the serpent's lair, the darkness grew.

The flute's sweet song, a promise old,
Will bring back all we can hold.
It peers from holes, as if to bite,
With pointed fangs, of endless night.
Thorns of pain, each day they bloom,
On whom the blame, in this dark room?
The head on the street, the body on the ground,
And a home is lost, no comfort found.
Half a loaf, a meager prize,
The other half, before our eyes.
Humanity obscured from sight,
A caged bird yearns for flight.
The voice within has long been bound,
Declare your freedom, without a sound.

Laughter's the refuge, nothing more,
Tragedy's a wound, a single cure,
We've wept enough, let's laugh a bit.
When hardship knocks, a smile impart,
In tragedy, a comedy's art.

Not one, but many troubles rise,
Each day brings forth new agonies.
Those who seek to mend the fray,
Are victims of the present day.
Efforts fail, the news deceives,
False promises, the public grieves.
Women at home, their fate defined,
Abduction's grip, they often find.
The poor are crushed, the guardians gone,
The predator and the prey, as one.
What can the common man now do?

Laughter's the refuge, nothing more,
Tragedy's a wound, a single cure,
We've wept enough, let's laugh a bit.
When hardship knocks, a smile impart,
In tragedy, a comedy's art.