kaisa abr hai jis ke barasne ki
har pal ummid liye

aankhen tishna-lab rahti hain
us ko dekh ke

ye kisht-e-barani bharti hai
ye janmon ki pyas ho jaise is mitti ki

ek ek bund utarti mujh se baaten karti hai
pahle main barish ko dekh ke khush hoti thi

ab main is mein bhig ke is ki baaten sunti hun