wo kawita
abhi hai mere zehn ki dhund mein jo

hazaron dilon se nichodi hui sadgi
aur honton se chhine hue

qahqahon mein rachi hai
magar koi kaise likhe wo kawita

ki ab ungliyon se tapakne laga hai lahu
aur zaban

munjamid khun ke zaiqe se tadakhne lagi hai
ye mumkin hai

wo khun mera ho ya ho kisi ajnabi ka
magar is se kya khun to khun hi hai

kisi falsafi soch ki tal par
dolti gardanen kah rahi hain

udhar kali kali fasilon ke pichhe badi raushni hai
magar jaane kyon

raushni ki koi nai aayat
ab tak meri aankh ki putliyon ke rasulon pe utri nahin

to shayad main aaseb hun
dasht-e-ehsas ka aur bhatakta hun

jaise koi ruh piyasi