ek budha bistar-e-marg pe hai
bimar badan lachaar badan

sansen bhi kuchh bojhal si hain
aur aankhen bhi jal-thal si hain

aisa bhi nahin tanha hai wo
pani hai magar pyasa hai wo

ghar mein bahuwen bete bhi hain
hain potiyan bhi pote bhi hain

lekin koi pas nahin aata
sab jhankte hain chale jate hain

jaise ye is ka ghar hi nahin
jaise wo sab begane hain

jis bahu ka number hota hai
khane ke niwale thuns ke wo

farz apna mukammal karti hai
phir waqt pe koi ek beta

wo jis ko thodi fursat ho
pahle to aa kar dantta hai

deta hai dawai phir aise
jaise ehsan kare koi

jaise apman kare koi
har din ye budha sochta hai

koi baat nai ho aaj ke din
koi do mithe alfaz kahe

kabhi mahfil us ke pas saje
kabhi hansne ki koi baat chale

magar aisa pichhle barson mein
kabhi ho paya nahin ho paya

apne us begane-pan par
apne us virane-pan par

ye budha inkishaf rahta hai
ye budha rota rahta hai

ek budha bistar-e-marg pe hai