zindagi tishnagi ka safar hai
jis ke daman mein

karodon mah-o-sal ke naqsh khwabida hain
wo pyas ki aag thi jis ki khatir ye insan

ghane jangalon mein khalaon ki nilahaton mein
gahre samundar ki pahnaiyon mein bhatakta raha hai

wo jism aur ruh ki pyas hai jo ab tak
khalaon ka rup dhaare

pattharon ke sine mein dard ban kar
kaghzi paikaron mein rang bhar kar

git, sangit mein bikhar kar
machalti rahi hai

aur agar tishnagi bujh gai to
khalaon ke narm sote

andhere ke sahra mein kho jaenge