jo ek umr hansa tha mujhe satate hue
wo ro pada hai meri dastan sunate hue

kisi ke pyar ki ye aakhiri nishani hai
hawa ne ye bhi na socha diya bujhate hue

tumhein bhi waqt ki gardish nigal na jae kahin
zara khayal ho meri hansi udate hue

wo shakhs jis ka talluq na tha koi mujh se
ye kya ki rone laga mujh se dur jate hue

nigah-e-naz ki farma-rawaiyan tauba
wo muskura bhi rahi thin saza sunate hue

ilaj apne andheron ka aap khud kije
kumhaar thak se gae hain diya banate hue

ghula hai dard fazaon mein is tarah 'sadiq'
ki jaan jati hai ek bar muskuraate hue