yahan ye sab log apni apni gawahiyan le ke yun khade hain
kisi ke honton pe barhami hai

kisi ki aankhon mein bebasi hai
tamam mathe kitab jaise

waraq waraq jis pe zindagi ke tamam lamhe likhe hue hain
har ek chehra badi khamoshi se

sare chehron ki lauh-e-mastur padh raha hai
tamam chup-chap sochte hain

ye aaj ka din bhi kaisa din hai
jo munjamid ho ke ek nuqte pe ruk gaya hai

ajib din hai jo apni pahchan kho chuka hai
wo sab taaruf jo mo'atabar the

wahi to ab ghair-mo'tabar hain
na koi tauqir-e-rang-o-bu ki

na koi bu-bas ab lahu ki
badan ke jitne bhi lahiqe the

wo sab ke sab ghair-mo'tabar hain
shanasa chehre bhi na-shanasa

ki jaise koi kisi ko pahchanta nahin hai
farishte aasuda-chashm aise ki jaise sadiyon se

aaj ke din ke muntazir the
wo sab ki fard-e-hisab le kar

safon mein yun mustaid khade hain
ki jaise sare hisab-dan hon

magar ye fard-e-hisab kaisi
karodon salon ke baad sari zaban ke anchhar badal chuke hain

purane lafzon ki kenchuli bhi kabhi ki farsuda ho chuki hai
tamam lahje jo mo'atabar the kabhi ke tahlil ho chuke hain

wo kal jo mafhum mustanad the wo aaj tabdil ho chuke hain