un ko rona to nahin tha han magar rote rahe
tujh pe ai duniya sabhi ahl-e-nazar rote rahe

gham se dar se dard se had ho gai khushiyon se bhi
hum bani-adam ka qissa mukhtasar rote rahe

kuchh hua hai bujh chala hai dhire dhire aaftab
shab mein tare chand ko de kar khabar rote rahe

rone wale ro ke kuchh arse mein chup bhi ho gae
hansne wale qahqahon mein umr bhar rote rahe

log khush hote rahe phulon ko aksar tod kar
aur baghon mein kai khali shajar rote rahe

maut ne to de diya bimar ko aa kar sukun
haar par apni magar sab chaaragar rote rahe

sang-e-marmar ki zamin wale hasin bangle mein hum
yaad kar ke apna wo kachcha sa ghar rote rahe

wo to shah-rag se qarin hai us se kya rakhte bharam
hum musalle par jhukae apna sar rote rahe