jaise sukhe gulab milte hain kitabo me

Years from now, wherever we are, we'll meet again in dreams — like dried roses still pressed inside old books.

barso baad na jaane kaun kaha hoga,
hum dono me se na jaane kaun kaha hoga,

phir milna hua to milenge khwabo me,
jaise sukhe gulab milte hain kitabo me