harf ke phul chun ke late the
roz taza ghazal sunate the

dard ki suraton mein ek ghar tha
us ki viraniyan sajate the

zindagi diary mein likhte the
aur phir diary jalate the

ek shajar tha jo us ke jaisa tha
us ko hum haal-e-dil sunate the

ab andhere mein baithe rahte hain
pahle aksar diye jalate the

us ke lahje ki zad mein aate hi
kanch ke khwab tut jate the

zindagi ki gali mein bhi kuchh log
maut ka git gungunate the

apne gham se kashid kar ke hansi
khud hi apna fareb khate the

be-niyazi bhi ek neamat thi
yaad karte hi bhul jate the

aansuon mein bhigo ke rakhte the
phul to phir bhi sukh jate the

zindagi se kabhi mili ho 'sahar'
kuchh bulawe to tum ko aate the