gaya sal jate hue meri dahliz par rakh ka dher jhulse hue jism tute hue uzw sitambar ki barbaadiyon pe likhe marsiyon aur akhbar ki surkhiyon mein tarashon mein lipti hui zard masum lashen thithurte hue sard suraj ki pahli kiran mein bandhi world order ki mitti hui dastawezon ke ambar ko chhod kar ja chuka hai