Sharabi mai hu,
Par nashi me wo rehti hai..
Hothon se khamosh..
Nazron se bak bak karti hai…
Insaan hum bhi acche the..
Unhone bigad Diya..
Unko bhulate bhulate..
Khud ko sharabi bana Diya..
Yeh jo ab..
Mai sharabi ho gya hu..
Ye asan nahi tha..
tohfa hai..
kisi ki bewafai ka..
hum to sharabi hai bhai..
jaam he humari shan hai..
jaam ke khatir..
kurban ye jaan hai..
ek sham aur bewafaon ke nam karunga..
sharabiyon ke beech beath ke..
ek jam unke bhi nam ka piyunga..
Mai sharabi..
Wo nawabi..
Jane kya ye mail hai..
Log kehte hai..
Yahi to kishmat ka khel hai…
Tu ban ja jaam..
Mai beparwah sharabi..
Dub jau itna tujhme..
Ki hosh me na aa pau kabhi..
Sharab to yun he badnaam hai..
Nasha to haseeno ke deedar se bhi hota hai..
Itna nasha unme hai ki mai madhosh ho jata hu…
Sharabi uche darze ki lagti hai..
Madhosh kar deti hai..
Teri yeh katil nazre..
Aur log hume sharabi samajhte hai..
