Hold Hands And, Let Our Bosoms Bridge
We’re Corporeal Selves, All The Way

We’re Ourselves And, We’ve Our Own Say
Why Can’t We, Then, Entwine Ourselves?

Yes! We’re, Simply, Made Of Wet Clay
Let, Reasons Change Let, Seasons Change

Hold Hands And, Let Our Bosoms Bridge
Why Should Some One, Come In Our Way?

Why Should Some One Else, Have A Say?
Why Should Some One Tell, ‘do This, Thus’?

Why Should Not Others Part-Away?
Let Others Do: What They Want To

Hold Hands And, Let Our Bosoms Bridge
Fine Winds Are Blowing Ceaselessly

Why Should, One Ponder Easelessly?
Why Should Not, Birds Sit On Tree-Tops?

Why Can’t We Move-On Creaselessly?
Let, Others Find What We’re, As Such

Hold Hands And, Let Our Bosoms Bridge
We’re On Our Way; Sans Grievances

We’re Sober; And, In Full Senses
We’re Free; Well Matured And Selfless

But Social Laws Cause Hindrances
Shed Cares! Let’s Move, On Wanted Ways
Hold Hands And, Let Our Bosoms Bridge

• Jo Huaa Hai Wo Ho Chukaa Hai
• Yeh Ishq-E-May Ajeeb Hai
• Khudaa Karey Ki Aap Khush
• Aaj Fir Jaam Se Maykhwaar Ne Madad Lee Hai
• Jism Hotey Hain Judaa