Man is made of clay, it does not break; He who wants any work, he waters the clay and softens the clay and makes idol make it work and then breaks it. This circle ends on a death
Tu jo aayi ittr hawaaon me bikhar gaya Zarra zarra rooh ke meri nikhar gayaTu lazmi har pal mein hai Sun le meri ilteja Har bharam ab ho gaya Tera mera falsafa