subh suraj
raat ki tira-salakhon se nikal aaya

aur us ne shahar ki nangi hatheli mein
shua-e-harkat-e-be-sud ki ek kil gadi

aur sare shahr ki makhluq
jaise apne apne

halqa-e-marg-e-musalsal ki taraf bhagi
udhar chauthe quarter se wo nikli

pople munh aur pichke gal
make-up ke plastar mein chhupae

fasioni kapdon mein kafnaya budhapa
jis tarah qabron pe koi shakhs

shahnai bajae
aur hamesha ki tarah hamrah thi

us ki jawan beti
ki jis ki sanwli surat

mohalle ke jawan ladkon mein rozana
ladai ka bahana hai

wo din bhar yunhi bazaron mein
apni jawan beti ko ungli se lagae

ghumti rahti hai
jis par log kahte hain

ki ye budhiya koi mashkuk aurat hai
isi bais mohalle mein

kabhi chauthe quarter ko kisi ne
achchhi nazron se nahin dekha

main akasr sochta hun
gar koi us ke quarter se gine

mera quarter bhi to chautha hai
bas itna farq

main shair hun
jab koi ghazal ya nazm likhta hun

to akhbaron mein chhapwata hun
yaron ko sunata hun

jahan-bhar ko batata hun
ki main ne nazm likkhi hai