khun ka har ek qatra jaise
dimak ban kar daude

nakaami ke zahr ko chate
dard mein ghulta jae

chhalni jism se riste lekin
armanon ke rang

jin ka rup mein aana mushkil
aur jab bhi alfaz mein dhal kar

kaghaz par bah nikle
khake taswiron ke banae

aankhen tare hath shuaen
dil ek sadaf hai jis mein

kitne sachche moti bhare hue hain
bahar aate hi ye moti

shabnam ban kar ud jate hain
jaise apna khoya suraj dhund rahe hain

main apne anjam se pahle
shayad ek din

in khakon mein rang bharunga
ye bhi to mumkin hai lekin

main bhi ek khaka ban jaun
jis ko dimak chat rahi ho