log har subh
mujhe batate hain

main bewa ho chuki hun
aur main har sham

dhan ke khet jaisi
wo sadi odh leti hun

jis se ubharte mere
sunahri bazuon ko

wo gandum ki baaliyan kahta tha
tab

mohabbat khushbu ban kar
dalan aur kamron mein phail jati hai

aur piano ko an-dekhi
mutharrik ungliyan gudgudati hain

aur main aatish-dan ke pas
baith kar kahani ka sweater bunti hun

mashalon ki lau lambi hoti jati hai
aur tawil sae diwaron par raqsan rahte hain

hawa mahin pardon ko
bazuon mein le kar

athkheliyan karti hai
chand sahme bachche ki tarah

darichon aur darzon se jhankta hai
subh-dam

jab sitare raushni ke samundar mein
khud-kushi kar lete hain

to
wo taswir mein wapas chala jata hai

aur main
phir se sati ho jati hun