Maut toh likhi hai.
Kab aur kaise, pata nahi.
Koi pahaad se gir kar marega.
Koi ghar par marega, koi nadi mein doobkar.
Jaise bhi ho, maut toh sabki likhi hai.
Yeh Ishwar ke hath mein hai.
Mujhe bhi nahi pata ki main kaise maroonga.
Ahista-ahista toh hum sabko jana hai.
Ab toh bahut aabaadi hai.
Varna yahan hum kuch nahi hain, khandahar khada hai.
Padosi ke naate, pyar hota hi hai aapas mein.
Samvaad Anuvaadak: Sheela Sijin Mathews