ek ruqa likhen
aur yun likhen

hum to apne daur ki be-rangiyon bad-ahdiyon aur nafraton ki
murda tafsilat ki zinda kahani apne khun se likh gae

hum kya karen gar apna khun
kale badbu-dar qatil zahr hi ki lahr tha

aur ye likhen hamare daur mein
sat rangon ki dhanak

kale kambal odhti thi
ujle ujle chawalon mein sang-rezon ki badi bohtat thi

aur hamare pairahan aag se katre gae the
aur jo tha khaal ke andar pighal kar bah gaya tha

aur likhen ye bhi ki hum to apna hissa pa chuke
ab tumhaare waste

sat rangon ki barahna qaus hai
is ko apne taur par jab kabhi tartib dena khun ke ek rang ko

chhod dena un ke nam
jin ki rag rag kale badbu-dar qatil zahr se bezar thi

phir bhi use dhone pe jo majbur the
jin ko apne jism mein jaise lahu ki surkh dhaar

dekhne ka umr bhar arman raha aur jo apne daur ki be-rangiyon
ki murda tafsilat ki zinda gawahi dete dete so gae