buland bang dawon ki
aawazen

khote sikkon ki tarah
bajti hain

phir bhi chhote qad ke log
in qad-awar aawazon ko

sunte rahte hain
kaghaz ke tukdon ki

ab koi qimat na rahi
phir bhi bhuki aankhen

unhen dhundhti hain
aur nakaam rahti hain

aur be-rahm hath
unhen jama karte rahte hain

chhote qad ke log
apni aawaz kho chuke hain

wo sirf dekh sakte hain
aur sun sakte hain