मैं आऊँगी तेरी हर एक आवाज़ पर,
पर तू मुझे बुलाए तो सही।
मैं रुक जाऊँगी तेरे रोकने पर,
पर तू रोके तो सही।
मैं करूँगी इंतज़ार तेरे कहने पर,
पर तू कहे तो सही।
मैं रो दूँगी लगकर गले तुझे,
पर तू गले लगाए तो सही।
मैं छोड़ दूँगी तेरे लिए सारी दुनिया,
पर तू छोड़ने की वजह बने तो सही।
मैं निभाऊँगी प्यार आख़िरी साँस तक,
पर तू एक बार मेरा हो तो सही…
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