kaun samjhega mere baad ishaare us ke
tut kar khak mein milte hain sitare us ke

ab hamein aankh utha kar nahin takta wo shakhs
kitne mazbut marasim the hamare us ke

jo samundar mere atraf rawan hai sar-e-khak
dhundhta rahta hun din-raat kinare us ke

us ka nuqsan haqiqat mein mera apna hai
mere hisse hi mein aate hain khasare us ke

kitni aasani se dekha tha use patthar mein
kitni mushkil se khad-o-khal sanware us ke

saut mein jitna khala hai use pur kar de sada
is tasalsul se koi nam pukare us ke

khatm ho sakti hai 'azhar' ye ladai apni
ab bhi kuchh log salamat hain hamare us ke