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