pathrile kohsar ke gate chashmon mein
gunj rahi hai ek aurat ki narm hansi

daulat taqat aur shohrat sab kuchh bhi nahin
us ke badan mein chhupi hai us ki aazadi

duniya ke mabad ke nae but kuchh kar len
sun nahin sakte us ki lazzat ki siski

is bazar mein go har mal bikau hai
koi kharid ke lae zara taskin us ki

ek sarshaari jis se wo hi waqif hai
chahe bhi to us ko bech nahin sakti

wadi ki aawara hawao aa jao
aao aur us ke chehre par bose do

apne lambe lambe baal udati jae
hawa ki beti sath hawa ke gati jae

the laughter of a woman