Phir teri hai ye zameen, Phir tera hai ye aasmaan

Tann ko loha, mann ko chattan,
buddhi ko toofan kar le,
ek jo yeh har pal bhatakta rehta,
ekaagar apna tu dhyaan kar le,

aur tere man mein hai jo raavan,
us par bhi tu vijay karle,
kaam har le, krodh har le,
lobh har le, moh har le,
maya par bhi tu jeet kar le,

phir teri hai ye zameen,
phir tera hai ye aasmaan,
phir nischit teri jeet hai,
phir chaahe tu jo udaan bhar le.

aaj mera man jaane kyon kahe,
is dhar pe har mahan purush ka,
mool mantra yahi raha hoga,
tu bhi isi ka gungaan kar le.

Tann ko loha, mann ko chattan,
buddhi ko toofan kar le,
ek jo yeh har pal bhatakta rehta,
ekaagar apna tu dhyaan kar le....

Kismat meri jaapda jivein kujj chir ton jard hai bimaar hai

Kismat meri jaapda jivein kujj chir ton jard hai bimaar hai,
kise passiiyon koi jitt nahin har paase haar hi haar hai.

koi bhalan kinjj muskuraaye chehre te ronak kinjj khil ke aaye,
har tapp de ant lekhaan ch warr di thaa likhiaa hona khwaar aa.

kujj taan gall hai jo har waari manjil te pujj nahin paanda,
khore manzlaan door ne jaan phir meri har koshish hi bekaar hai.

main nahin mandaa bhaagwat de iccha rahit karam de falafse nu,
jittan waale de gall ne tagme haaran waale nu ki jagg da satkaar aa?

meri aas de diwe noon skaht lod hai jitt de tel di kujh boond,
lo isde matthi ho gayi shikastaan di waa da seh seh waar hai.

khore lok waddiaan waddian haaran maaran kivein ne jhall jaande,
mera taan is haar de eshsaas ne jinna kar chaddiya dushwaar hai.

Kismat meri jaapda jivein kujj chir ton jard hai bimaar hai,
kise passiiyon koi jitt nahin har paase haar hi haar hai.

I have started to hate this word "favor"

I have started to hate this word "favor",
as it makes me feel like i have taken a debt,
which i may be asked to pay any day in any proportion,
and the thought of it puts a burden on me,
and i hate this word even more, when someone,
repeatedly tells me he has done me a "favor",
because then the burden is even double on me,
and that's why i think i have always hesitated,
asking help from those whom i cannot pay,
because than again it is a favor to me,
and so i request you all to do not me any favor,
charge me fair amount for all your services,
gladly i will pay each cent to thee,
but for god sake save me from burdens of favors,
these mountains are too heavy for a soul like me.