Chehre par nazar aatei hein voh toe khushi kei dikhawe hote hein

Dard kei saaz toe dil kei kissi kone mei chuppei hote hein

Kaan se chutkulei suntei hein, toe honth hans bhi dete hei

Par inn naino ka kya karein joe har pal rotei hi rehtei hei

Saal doe saal ki baat hei yeh umar bhar ka silsilla nahin

Phir na royenge nain, vakt kei saath ghav bhi toe naasoor hote hein

Kehlo pyaar issei ya ishq kaho, dillagei ya dil ki lagi kehlo

Yeh dard ki sunheri kunchi hei, jisspe lage hazaro mukhote hein

Kar rahi hei baat ‘ritu’ unn silsillo ki jo dil sei shuru hote hein

Phir chehrei par ubhar aatei hein aur naino se aansu ban beh jaate hein

What can be seen is just a happy mask

While sorrow is hidden in the corner of the heart

On hearing jokes the lips do smile

But these eyes keep shedding tears all the while

This will continue for year or two, not for lifetime

Then eyes won’t cry, with time we get habituated with woes even

Call it romance, call it love, call it the game of heart or a game with the heart

It’s a golden colored key to  sorrow, which is covered with a thousand masks

‘Ritu’ is talking about those emotions, which begin from the heart

Then appear on face and thereafter flow out from the eyes in the form of tears