Baat karunga to ek toofaan barpa hoga, wo rista hue zakhmon k peep nikal aayega, aansun bahenge, phir ek baar andhar ek khala sa rehjaega, phir unhee seena sard padjaega To kartein yeh hai k ham baat nahee karte, jazbaat k toofaan pe abhi raat nahee karte, abhi rehne dete hai in zakhmon ko riste huve, aankhon se samandar ki barsaat nahee karte Baat karunga toh
