Jaa Rahe Ho Agar

Jaa Rahe Ho Agar Duur Muhjse Sanam
Phir Mere Paas Aana Nahi
Yeh Bhi Mumkin Nahi Main Palat Na Saku
Isliye Itna Wada Karo 
Mujhko Aawaz Dena Nahi

Mil Bhi Jaayen Agar Ham Tumhen Raah Mein
Pher Lena Nazar Par Milana Nahi)
Dekh Lu Bhi Agar Tum Hamein Bhool Se
Apni Aankhon Mein Tum Ashk Lana Nahi
Dil Se Humko To Tum Kar Chunke Ho Juda
Aankh Se Bhi Girana Nahi

Tumne Maangi Dua Humko Miley Har Khushi
Tum Hi Meri Khushi Phir Kyun Miley Na Hamein
Tumne Li Hai Kasam Gam Na Karna Kabhi
Tum Sikhado Zara Muskurana Hamein
Tumne Keh Toh Diya Yaad Karna Nahi
Khwaab Mein Tum Bhi Aana Nahi

Jaa Rahe Ho Agar....


Two little frogs from inland bogs

Had spent the night in drinking.

When morning broke, they both awoke

With eyes bloodshot and blinking.

‘Fore time was had to gather senses

And breathe a prayer for past offences,

A farmer frail came to the Swale

And caught them quick as winking.

Now the farmer was a guileless man;

So he put the frogs in a big milk can.

But the can filled up and the lid came down;

Both frogs and milk were shipped to town.

Our friends began to shiver and quake

And sober up on a cold milk shake.

For now they had to kick and swim

Until their bleary eyes grew dim.

At last, one frog cried out in dread,

“We’re gonna drown! We’re good as dead!”

“For shame !For shame!” the other replied.

“A frog”s not dead until he’s died.”

“Keep on kicking! That’s my plan.

We may yet see outside the can.”

“No use! No use!” faint-heart replied.

And with a groan he quickly died.

But the other frog, undaunted still,

Kept on kicking with a firmer will

Until with joy too great to utter,

He found he’d churned a lump of butter.

And hopping up on top of the grease

He floated around with the greatest of ease.

Now the moral of the story is:

When things are tough all over town,

Don’t give up and don’t go down.

Just keep on kicking; don’t cry or mutter.

Cause one more kick may bring your butter!