batate hain mere abbu ki gol hai duniya khud apni kili pe chakkar lagati rahti hai jo hissa aata hai suraj ke samne us ka wahan pe hota hai din raushni bhi rahti hai jo hissa dharti ka suraj ke samne na raha andhera hota hai us samt raat hoti hai jahan ho din wahan hota hai karobar-e-hayat jahan ho raat wahan kaenat soti hai na sirf ye ki zamin ghumti hai mehwar par to pura karti hai chaubis ghanton mein chakkar kamal ye hai ki suraj ke gird ghum ke bhi ye pure sal mein karti hai ek kar-e-digar isi nizam se mausam badalta rahta hai kahin hai garmi to sardi kahin pe hoti hai kahin bahaar khilati hai sabza-zaron mein gul kahin baras ke ghata motiyan piroti hai zamin ho chand ho tare hon ya ki suraj ho khala mein tairte rahte hain sare sayyare sanbhaale rahti hai ek dusre ko un ki kashish tawil hai jo dagar us pe chalte hain sare natija nikla yahi bahami ta’awun par hai inhisar hamare nizam-e-shamsi ka mila ke hath chalega agar bashar 'mehdi' to husn aur bhi nikhrega apni dharti ka