nanhe se do naino se pighla
ik mom sa sapna
chanda taaro se saja
chhutke yu tutke bikhra
bhigi palko me adhura sa ek surmai sapna
kuch yu is tarah jala
chhutke yu tutke bikhra
kaanch ka sapna

From tiny eyes, it melted slow,
A waxen dream began to flow.
Adorned with moon and starlight's gleam,
It shattered, fragmented, a broken dream.

In tear-soaked lashes, incomplete,
A dusky song, bittersweet.
It burned in brief, a fleeting spark,
Then shattered, splintered in the dark.
A dream of glass, so fragile, frail.