un logon ke andar jin ke andar mein bhi hun
mere bar-aks aise bhi

hain kuchh log
jin ki baaton ke kuchh sachche rup

un ke harbe hain
lekin ye sach un ka nahin hota

ye sach auron se chhina hua hota hai
apne jhut aur apni badi ko chhapane ki khatir

wo auron ki ek ek achchhai ko hathya lete hain
aur phir us hathiyar ko le kar jab wo chalte hain

sari duniya un se darti hai
ye bhi kaisa zamana hai

jab achchhon ki sab achhaiyan buron ke hathon mein
harbe hain sachche log agar jiwat hun

kaun un ke munh aaega
jhut ke us talab ke sab kachhwe

apne apne khol mein apne apne kale zamiron mein
chhup jaenge