milte hain chhut jate hain
sathi phir bhi bhate hain

dil mein koi dard na tha
ab wo din yaad aate hain

ho jin ka ehsas faqir
jholi wo phailate hain

log sabhi ki kamzori
auron tak pahunchate hain

roke hath nahin rukte
phul aise madh-mate hain

gham se to kya ghabraate
hum tum se ghabraate hain

jin se kuchh ummid na ho
wo bhi kaam aa jate hain

ho jate hain sab un ke
jin se rahat pate hain

'manzil' loha theri hun
kahiye kya farmate hain