Ek phool gira tha aangan mein... Aangan ko kosa kartein hain..

Ek phool gira tha aangan mein...
Aangan ko kosa kartein hain..
Ab gir hi pada,thaa pyaar mera..
Ab us gam ko dhoyaa kartein hain..

Yaad naa aai usko meri
Bas ye baat sataati hai dil ko..
Itne lamhe jo saat jiye,
Unko kaise bhula diya..??

Mujhko to hai tees badi..
Usko khone ka dard bada ...
Kyaa usko bhi,mujhko khone ka,
koi dard sunaai deta hai..??

Mujhko to dukh hai un baaton kaa..
Un dardon kaa,un yaadon kaa..
Kya usko bhi us khaamoshi ki,
koi cheekh sunai deti hai??

Ek phool gira thaa aangan mein..
Aur aaj bhi..Naa jaane kyun..
Aangan ko hi kosa kartein hain..

(This piece of poetry highlights the human nature of blaming trivial things for the loss.)