Dard ke phuul bhii khilate hain bikhar jaate hain
Zakhm kaise bhii hon kuchh roz men bhar jaate
Hain
Raastaa roke khadii hai yahii uljhan kab se
Ko_ii puuchhe to kahen kyaa ki kidhar jaate hain
Chhat ki khidakiyon se utarate hain mere khvaab
Magar
Merii diivaaron se takaraa ke bikhar jaate hain
Narm aavaaz bhalii baaten mohazzab lahaje
Pahalii baarish men hii ye rang utar jaate hain
Us dariiche men bhii ab ko_ii nahiin aur ham bhii
Sar jhukaaye huye chup-chaap guzar jaate hain