badhenge aur bhi yun silsile hijabon ke kar apni baat hawale na de kitabon ke main shahr-e-gul ka musafir mare sharik-e-safar saubaton ki ye raaten ye din azabon ke teri nazar se ibarat the tere sath gae wo phul mere khayalon ke rang khwabon ke tamam umr phir ek karb ki chita mein jale hum ek pal jo ruke shahar mein gulabon ke hataya rang ka pauda to zakhm zakhm tha phul chaman chaman the wahi silsile sarabon ke abhi wo habs hai 'khawar' ki dam ulajhta hai abhi khule rakho darwaze apne khwabon ke