ye mera kamra
mere buzurgon ka ek tohfa

wirasaton ka riwayaton ka inayaton ka
azim waris

purani yaadon purani baaton purani qadron ka
ek atiyya

agarche naqsh-o-nigar is ke
gham-e-zamana ki aandhiyon se

wo rang-o-roghan wo kaif-o-masti
har ek khubi ko kho chuke hain

magar hai phir bhi aziz mujh ko
har ek diwar ab hai khasta

har ek mehrab hai shikasta
wo farsh jis par kisi zamana mein farsh-e-makhmal bichha hua tha

magar koi mah-jabin thirak kar
ye ga rahi thi

farsh-e-makhmal pe mere panw chhile jate hain
na farsh-e-makhmal na pa-e-nazuk

chataiyan kuchh bichhi hui hain
jahan pe fanus jal raha tha

wahan pe ab ek diya hai raushan
jo sham hi se bujha bujha sa

charagh-e-muflis ki tarah yaro
sisak raha hai

ye mera kamra
mere buzurgon ka ek tohfa

main sochta hun main jaanta hun
ki is ki buniyaad kyon padi thi

main dekhta hun
ki ab bhi baqi hain is faza mein

purani tahzib ke pujari
wahi riwayat-e-shahryari

wahi hai jang-e-ghurur jari
main sochta hun ki in riwayat ke dhundalkon se kaise niklun

mere lahu ki tamam gardish
meri zaban ka har ek jumla

meri nazar ka har ek manzar
mere badan ki har ek laghzish

ye chahti hai ki is riwayat ke maqbare ko
kisi jahannum mein phenk aaun

magar main phir sochta hun yaro
ki har mahine ki bis tarikh hi se kahti hai dil ki dhadkan

ki hath roko
zaruraton ki rida sameto

nahin to chadar se panw bahar nikal padenge
ye mashware dil ke hon to socho

naya makan kis tarah banega
nahin nahin main nahin giraunga shahryaron ke is khandar ko

ki sar chhupane ke waste ab kahin jagah bhi na mil sakegi
ye mera kamra

mere buzurgon ka ek tohfa
main is ka waris ye mera waris