har sal in subhon ke safar mein ek din aisa bhi aata hai
jab pal bhar ko zara sarak jate hain meri khidki ke aage se ghumte ghumte

sat karod kurre aur suraj ke pile phulon wali phulwadi se ek patti ud kar
mere mez par aa girti hai

in jumba jahton mein sakin
tab itne mein sat karod kurre phir patalon se ubhar kar aur khidki ke samne aa kar

dhup ki is chaukor si tukdi ko gahna dete hain
aane wale baras tak

is kamre tak wapas aane mein mujh ko ek din us ko ek baras lagta hai
aaj bhi ek aisa hi din hai

abhi abhi ek aadi tirchhi raushan sidhi sad-ha zawiyon ki pal bhar ko jhuk aai thi
us khidki tak

ek larazti hui maujudgi is sidhi se abhi abhi is kamre mein utri thi
baras baras hone ke partaw ki ye ek parat is mez par dam bhar yun dhalti hai

jaane bahar is honi ke hast mein kya kya kuchh hai
aaj ye apne panw to patalon mein gade hue hain