tumhaari shakl kisi shakl se milate hue
main kho gaya hun naya rasta banate hue

mera nasib ki patjhad mein khil gae hain phul
wo hath aa laga hai hath aazmate hue

main jhut bol dun lekin bura to lagta hai
tumhaare sher kisi aur ko sunate hue

utar ke shakh se auron mein ho gaya aabaad
ki umr kat di jis phul ko khilate hue

akela main nahin mujrim shab-e-visal ka dost
thi teri phunk bhi shamil diya bujhate hue

tere jamal ki rangat nazar mein rakhta hun
main canwas pe taswir-e-gul banate hue

isi guman mein shab bhar sharab pite rahe
ki ab wo hath ko rokega haq jatate hue