ek soft-drink ki qimat mein
december ki sardi mein

jab hamein apne bistar se
darwaze tak jaana

na-mumkin lagta hai
wo hamari chhaton ki nigahbani

haddiyon mein chhed karti
yakh-basta hawaon se

lad kar karta hai
koi nahin jaanta

us ka apna gharana
mahine ki aakhiri tarikhen

kis aziyyat se katta hai
aur phir

agle mahine ke pahle hafte
wo apni khidmat

bezar chehron se
bhik ki surat mangta hai