tashhir apne dard ki har su karaiye ji chahta hai minnat-e-tiflan uthaiye khushbu ka hath tham ke kije talash-e-rang panw ke naqsh dekh ke rasta banaiye phir aaj pattharon se mulaqat kijiye phir aaj sath-e-ab pe chehre banaiye har inkishaf dard ke parde mein aaega gar ho sake to khud se bhi khud ko chhupae phulon ka rasta nahin yaro mera safar panw aziz hain to abhi lut jaiye kab tak hina ke nam pe dete rahen lahu kab tak nigar-e-dard ko dulhan banaiye 'amjad' mata-e-umr zara dekh-bhaal ke aisa na ho ki baad mein aansu bahaiye