main raat aur din ki
masafat mein

rangon ki tafsir mein
apne sare azizon ke

apne hi hathon se
qatl-e-musalsal mein masruf hun

phir main kyun sochta hun
sar-e-jam, har shab

ki dida-wari ki mata-e-firozan se
sarshaar hota

to har khufta sar-basta tahrir se
main gale mil ke rota

sadaon ki sargoshiyon mein utarta
ajab hadsa hai ki kuchh der pahle

mere samne ek ghayal parinda
gira hai mere panw mein

samne ke fasurda o be-barg
be-rang se ped se

mere jam-e-shikasta mein
baqi the qatre mai-e-kham ke kuchh

inhen chashm-e-minqar se ye musafir
bade ghaur se dekhta hai

inhen gin raha hai ye shayad
main sailab-e-tahlil mein hun

yahan se kahan jaunga
dur gar ja sakta to wahan se

yahan laut kar kis tarah
aaunga main