wo tilismi dopahar thi
sans lete ghas ke maidan mein

sabz mitti se shuaen ug rahi thin
aur tum kirnon mein

apne thuthne gade hue
dandanate phir rahe the

main tumhaari jaan ka dushman
ana ke hush-papi jute pahan kar

apne kine ka naya kampa liye
bartari ke bench par

mahjub sa baitha hua
ek purane jhut se

daman chhudana chahta tha
main ne dhire se tumhein aawaz di

aawaz di to
apni tedhi-medhi aankhon se

mujhe tum ne ajab aalam mein dekha tha ki bas
main ji pada tha

meri aankhen jagmaga utthi thin
mere andar titliyan udne lagi thin

aur milan ki us ghadi mein
us sunahre din ke pas-manzar mein

tum hairan se
apni dhun mein

apni jawedan bad-surati mein
ek chite ki tarah se khub-surat lag rahe the

darte darte
hairati red-indian amriciyon ki tarah

dharti ki dhamak sunte hue
tum pas aae

pas aakar be-yaqini se mujhe takne lage the
main tumhein taskin dena

phir se bhalmansi ka rishta jod lena chahta tha
aur apne sang-basta hath se

jab tumhein sahla raha tha
aur tumhaare khurdure baalon mein

apni ungliyan uljha raha tha
ek albeli masarrat

ek nai lazzat mili
wo jo nafrat ki kamani

dil ki tah mein gad gai thi
tutti jati thi

mere andar ki kalen khulne lagi thi
main pighalta ja raha tha

wo hamari dosti
wo hamari fath-mandi ka janam-din

wo tilismi dopahar
sans lete ghas ke maidan mein

sabz miti se shuaen ug rahi thin