chyuntiyan kitni rondi gain
aakhiri sans tak

palat kar jhapatne ki ummid mein
sar uthati rahin

kitna be-muddaa hausla
dekhte dekhte mit gaya

rengti chyuntiyan
jild ko chir kar

khun mein mil gain
mere aasab mein

bijliyan ghul gain
ab main koi aur hun

ek ghayal darinda
zakhm hi zakhm hain

chahe apne hun ya dusron ke
zakhm hi zakhm hain

mujh pe ab koi hansta nahin
sari basti hai sahmi hui

log sab falsafe
bandh kar bhag uthe

main akela badi der tak
khud pe hansta raha

aaine se ye kahta raha
ya to har dard ke koi mani hain

ya phir kisi dard ke koi mani nahin