raat ke khwabon ka ek turfa saman hota hai subh ke gunjte aawaze se chaunk uthta hun sans leta hun bahar-kaif guman hota hai ungliyan pherta hun apne badan par ab to karwan hosh ka yaadon ka rawan hota hai ye naya din hai magar waqt kahan thahra hai samne khunti se latka hai mera garm libas jis pe khud-sakhta pabandiyon ka pahra hai jin ke sae mein abhi mujh ko rawan hona hai meri tahzib ka har zakhm bahut gahra hai aur bhi jagne wale hain khayal aate hain sochta hun meri surat kahin wo bhi uth kar dard sahte hain kabhi dard ko sahlate hain jaane kis jurm ki padash mein yun ghulta hun log to warna isi baat pe itraate hain dur be-dhyani mein ghadiyal sada deta hai zehan dil jism har ek chiz chamak uthti hai mar kar kode koi jaise utha deta hai dar ke sab bhagte hain kheton ko maidanon ko waqt bhatke huon ko rah pe laga deta hai lahlahate hue gandum ke sajile paudo muskuraate hue kheton ke muhafiz pedo jhumti tahniyon ko wajd mein late patto mujh ko qudrat do ki main tum ko sarahun chahun shahr ke sehr ko todun tumhein palun dekhun