Phr milna hua to milenge khwabo me

Old friends drifting apart, wondering who'll still be around years from now — meeting again only in dreams, like dried roses pressed in old books.

Salon bad najane kia sama hoga,
Hm sb doston me se najane kon kha hoga,

Phr milna hua to milenge khuwabo me
Jese sukhe gulab milte hain kitabon me!