ek budhiya shab gae dahliz par baithi hui
tak rahi hai apne iklaute jawan bachche ki rah

so chuka sara mohalla aur gali ke mod par
bujh chuka hai lamp bhi

sard tariki khadi hai jaise diwar-e-muhib
budhi man ke jism ke andar magar

jagmagati hain hazaron mishalen
aane wala lakh behoshi ki haalat mein ho

lekin
rasta ghar ka kabhi bhula nahin

aur be-ahat sadak
jaanti hai

kis ke qadmon se abhi mahrum hun