betiyan bhi to maon jaisi hoti hain
zabt ke zard aanchal mein apne

sare dard chhupa leti hain
rote rote hans padti hain

hanste hanste dil hi dil mein ro leti hain
khushi ki khwahish karte karte

khwab aur khak mein at jati hain
sau hisson mein bat jati hain

ghar ke darwaze par baithi
ummidon ke resham bunte sari umr ganwa

deti hain
main jo gae dinon mein

man ki khush-fahmi pe hans deti thi
ab khud bhi to

umr ki girti diwaron se tek lagae
fasl khushi ki boti hun

aur khush-fahmi kat rahi hun
jaane kaisi rasm hai ye bhi

man kyon beti ko wirse mein
apna muqaddar de deti hai