chhoti si ek bagiya me
khile nanhi munni si ek kali
sabnam ke sang jhula jhule
aur mast pawan ke sath pali
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khile nanhi munni si ek kali
chhoti si ek bagiya me
khile nanhi munni si ek kali

bachpan ka zamana beet gaya
joban ki suhani rut aayi
aur apne man hi man me
kuch muskayi kuch sarmayi
itne me kahi se ek bhawra
kuch gungun karta aa pahucha
aankho aankho me baat hui
isne dekha usne dekha
nadan kali us papi ki
is taan me sab kuch bhul gayi
aur tod ke nata bagiya se
bhawre ka daman tham chali

dono ne basa li ek dunia
armano ki aashao ki
ek dunia mast tarano ki
ek dunia thandi chhavo ki
choti si ek bagiya me khili
nanhi munni si ek kali
choti si ek bagiya me khili

choti si ek bagiya me khili
nanhi munni si ek kali
choti si ek bagiya me khili
nanhi munni si ek kali

haste haste kuch din gujre
phir kali ne ek sapna dekha
ek chand ka tukda aangan me
aakash se tut ke aan gira
us chand ke tukde se dunia
un dono ki aabad hui
lekin ye khushi do din ki thi
do din gujre barbad hui

bhawre ne kali ko thukraya
aur aankh chura kar chala gaya
kya reet yahi hai dunia ki
koi na kisi ka meet hua
bhawre se shikayat kaun kare
jab kismat ne muh mod liya
ik phul khilaya khushiyo ka
aur apne hatho tod liya
kyu mujhko diye aasu gam ke
dunia ko hasane wale ne
kyu tod liya hai phool mera
us phool khilaane waale ne

In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals brushed
By dawn's soft tears, she swayed and grew,
With winds of joy, her spirit knew.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals blushed.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals rushed.

Childhood's fleeting, tender grace,
Maturity's embrace, her face,
A hidden smile, a blush unseen,
A blossoming, a vibrant sheen.
Then, humming low, a bumblebee,
Arrived, a whispered destiny.
A glance exchanged, a wordless plea,
She saw, he saw, eternally.
The innocent bud, in passion's sway,
Forgot the garden's gentle way,
And severed ties, with a heart so bold,
His velvet cloak, her story told.

They built a world, their fervent dream,
Of hopes and wishes, a vibrant stream,
A world of songs, a sunlit glade,
A world of shadows, softly made.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals rushed.
In a garden, small and hushed.

In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals rushed.
In a garden, small and hushed,
A tiny bud, her petals rushed.

With laughter's echo, days took flight,
Then in a dream, a silver light,
A moon's soft shard, from heavens fell,
Descended, where their stories dwell.
From that bright fragment, life took hold,
Their world transformed, a sight to behold.
But joy's sweet taste, a fleeting art,
Two days of bliss, then torn apart.

The bee, he scorned her, turned his gaze,
And vanished in life's winding maze.
Is this the way of this cold earth?
No lasting bond, no tender birth.
Whom to accuse, when fate's unkind?
When destiny the heart does bind?
A flower bloomed, of joy's soft hue,
Then crushed beneath the hand that grew.
Why tears of sorrow, in my eyes?
He who made the world, where laughter lies?
Why did he pluck my fragile bloom?
He, the gardener of joy and gloom.