ek khushbu dard-e-sar ki murjhai kaliyon ko khilae jati hai
zehn mein bichchhu ummidon ke dank lagate hain

hichki le kar phir khud hi mar jate hain
dil ki dhadkan sachchai ke talkh dhuen ko gahra karti paiham badhti jati hai

pet mein bhuk dakaren leti rahti hai
phir rag rag mein suiyan ban kar bhagi bhagi phirti hai

pure jism mein dard ka ek lawa sa bahta rahta hai
aisa mujh ko lagta hai

jaise main
aakhiri qai mein is duniya ki sari ghizaen khwab o haqiqat ki aalaish

aadarshon ki mithi sharaben
ek be-mani kashish mein uljha

ye jiwan
sara ka sara ugal dunga

shayad mujh ko is lamhe nirwan mile