har ek shajar pe parinde simat ke baithe hain
hawa-e-sard ke jhonke bahut nukile hain

kahan sambhalta hai jaldi kisi ki maut se dil
han thik-thak hain pahle se thode achchhe hain

dhuan dhuan si hai fihrist-e-raftagan lekin
do ek chehre hain waise hi jagmagate hain

tujhe khabar bhi hai ai dost tere marham se
kuchh ek zakhm jo andar nae se bante hain

qadam qadam pe nae mod mudne wale log
na jaane kyon mujhe ab thik jaan padte hain

juda hue to bahut din guzar gae lekin
hawa-e-taza ke jhonkon se ab bhi darte hain

kabhi to khub sisakte hain be-tarah aur phir
khayal-e-marg se yak-dam chahakne lagte hain