banawaTi dilase

ye aag pani hawa ye mitti
ye wahimon ki karishma-sazi
ye ilm-o-fan ke tamam qisse
ye aql-o-danish ki sari baaten


ye sab dilase banawati hain
main doston dushmanon ki zad mein hun
har koi pesh-goiyon ke daraaz qisse suna raha hai
ki sab ko apne currency noton ki fikr hai


har koi talab aur rasad ke chakkar mein
apne bhaw chadha raha hai
khuli fazaon mein par samete hue parinde bhi
aane wali saubaton ke muhib manzar dikha rahe hain


ye kya hai sab kuchh ki kuchh nahin hai
hawas ki dastaras se baala
mere liye sirf wo sadaqat hai
jo mere jism-o-jaan ko chhu kar guzar rahi hai


ki main haqiqi mushahidon tajrabon ki bhatti mein jal raha hun
ye aag pani hawa na mitti hai
sirf main hun
ye sirf main hun