main mohabbat karta aur zinda rahna bhul chuki hun aur khilaunon ke nae karobar ka lutf utha rahi hun khilaune mujhe bech rahe hain maut ke hathon jo zaruraton aur zaruraton ki takmil ke bahrup badalti hai khilaune mujhe chabi dete hain aur subh ho jati hai sham hote hote chabi khatm hoti hai aur zehn mein bhadakte hue shoalon ya dil mein chubhti hui thandak ki tarah yaaden raat ban jati hain jaise kisi bhuke naukar ko kaam karwane ki majburi mein mazid bhuka rakkha jata hai wo meri aankhon mein jhanke bana so jata hai wajud tak pahunchne wale kabhi na kiye jaane wale safar ke liye wo aasman tak jaana chahta hai aur main ghar ki diwaren buland karna chahti hun khilaune apna wajud mere dil se ugate hain aur mujhe yaqin hai wo wajud rakhte hain aur mein in sare majbur dinon ki tarah adam ban chuki hun