हक़ अगर जाताना है तो हक़ निभाना सीखो
वीरों की क़ुर्बानियों को तुम सराहना सीखो,

जलते-जलाते हो जाएगा ख़ाक ये गुलशन
हो सके तो नफ़रत की चिता जलाना सीखो,

हिन्दू-मुस्लिम के नाम पर लड़ते रहे गर
तो दुश्मन के दिए घावों से कराहना सीखो,

एक अगर है मुल्क़ तो एक हम नहीं क्यों
एक-एक बनकर तुम एका बढ़ाना सीखो,

मैं नहीं कहता मोहब्बत हुस्न से न करो तुम
हो सके तो मुल्क़ के लिए होना दीवाना सीखो,

न जाने मुल्क़ में क्यों झंडे फ़हराते हैं आतंकी
देते हुए जवाब इनको तिरंगा फ़हराना सीखो,

ये मिटटी है हिंदुस्तान की है बराबर माँ के
होकर एक इस माता की इज्ज़त बचाना सीखो|

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in sanskrit there is a sukti "ekoaham na bhuto na bhavishyati" it means "nobody was like me in the past and no body will be lyk me in future which implies iam unique" and really mean it that iam unique in every aspect!!!!Nothing yaar.. a simple guy with some complications
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