Mit-ti nahi mitane se

Kuchh haath se uske fisal gaya
Wo palak jhapak kar nikal gaya
Fir laash bichh gayi lakhon ki
Sab palak jhapak kar badal gaya
Jab rishte raakh mein badal gaye
Insaanon ka dil dahal gaya
Main poochh poochh kar haar gaya
Kyon mera bhaarat badal gaya

Khushnaseeb hai wo jo
Watan pe mit jaate hai
Mar kar bhi wo log
Amar ho jaate hai
Karta hoon tumhe saalam
E-watan pe mitne walo
Tumhari har saans mein basta
Tirange ka naseeb hai

Utha kar Talvar jab ghode pe sawar hote
Baandh ke Saafa jab tayyar hote
Dekhti hai duniya chhat pe chadke
Kehte hai ki kaash hum bhi aise hoshiyaar hote