ishaaron ki rani
sar apna hila kar

aur aankhon ko matka ke botal dikha kar
lubhati hai sau tarah se bar bar

main har bar kahta hun mere liye to nahin ye
to ek jhatke se cork uda kar ada se

wo botal se ek daera meri aankhon ke aage bana kar
mujhe phir dikhati hai

magar main use be-tassur nigahon se takta hun
wo mashrub shishe mein bharti hai

aur aawaz us ki suna kar
mujhe dekhti hai kan-ankhiyon se goya

us aawaz par us ke shishe mein dhal jaunga
main kahta hun qulqul hai achchhi par aisa bhi kya

to wo chaude aur gahre saghar mein thodi gira kar
mere munh ke nazdik la kar hila kar sunghati hai mashrub

jo saghar kinaron ko chhuta hua sa
bhanwar raqs karta hua jhumta hai

bukharaat udte rijhate hain phir bhi
rijhate kahan hain

kabhi rang khush-rang mujh ko dikhati hai
aur apne labon par

kabhi zaiqon ke tasawwur mein dubi zaban pherti hai
magar but bana main ye sab dekhta hun

ye mashrub main pina kyon chahunga
main kahta hun kyon tum ko lagta hai main pi hi lunga

sanbhalta hua dekh kar hans ke kahti hai chakh ke to dekho
ise chakkho ya tishnagi hi ko chakho

magar tishnagi hi to main pi chuka hun
to phir ye bhala kyon main kahta hun us se

to wo sada rangin talkh aur shirin bhare khali sab
pyale sharaben gilas aur sharbat

kai botalen aur pani waghaira saja deti hai
main kahta hun samjho

main phir aur phir aur phir us se kahta hun samjho
ye samjho mujhe pyas bilkul nahin hai