Delhi, India
zehn par chha gai maut ki be-hisi nind aane lagi
ab ye kaifiyyat-e-dil hai ki chhupae na bane
kisi ko naz-e-KHirad hai kisi ko faKHr-e-junun
ek ajib rag hai ek ajib guftugu
jis suraj ki aas lagi hai shayad wo bhi aae
mira-ji sahib
be-yaqini
jo bole mara jae
talash
kya kya rog lage hain dil ko kya kya un ke bhed
bikherte raho sahra mein bij ulfat ke
na tere siwa koi likh sake na mere siwa koi paDh sake
koi wada wo kar jo pura ho
kuchh chhoTe chhoTe dukh apne kuchh dukh apne azizon ke