mere kamre ke bade taq mein ek aaina
suraten sab ko dikhane ke liye rakkha hai

samne aaine ke baith ke roz ek chida
jaane kyun aks se apne hi lada karta hai

kabhi panjon se kabhi chonch se hamle kar ke
ye samajhta hai use jit yaqini hogi

is himaqat se agar baz nahin aaega
chonch kya us ki to rag rag kabhi zakhmi hogi

jab koi kaam na hoga use ladne ke siwa
sans bhi le na sakega kabhi be-khauf-o-hiras

phir kisi din ye tamasha bhi nazar aaega
nannhi si lash padi hogi us aaine ke pas

sochta hun ki mere mulk ke lakhon bachche
roz aapas mein isi tarah lada karte hain

faeda is se kisi ko bhi nahin hota hai
kuchh na kuchh apna hi nuqsan kiya karte hain

yahi aadat jo bana li to wo din bhi hai qarib
chain se rah na sakenge ye ladai ke baghair

koi bhi pas se guzra to khushi ka kya zikr
kuchh bhi to kah na sakenge ye ladai ke baghair

be-sabab ladne ke jazbe ko jo roka na gaya
log aaqil hon ki nadan lade jaenge

apni fitrat hi bana lenge jo baham ladna
jaanwar hon ki hon insan lade jaenge

wo mukhalif na sahi apna koi aks sahi
mil hi jaega unhen koi jhagadne ke liye

aaine samne rakh kar yahi sarkash bachche
baith jaenge har ek subh ko ladne ke liye

sab rahe jaenge aapas mein agar mil-jul kar
har jagah mulk mein gulzar nazar aaenge

aur agar bughz-o-adawat ka yahi josh raha
ja-ba-ja lashon ke ambar nazar aaenge