tum jo aate ho

pichhle pahar ki dastak

miTTi se ek mukalima

pas-manzar ki aawaz

waqt guzarta nahin

maut dil se lipaT gai us shab

zinda aadmi se kalam

aaKHiri din se pahle

mujhe Dar lagta hai

teri duniya ke naqshe mein

hamare dukhon ka ilaj kahan hai

hum ki ek bhes liye phirte hain

hawa jab tez chalti hai

aage baDhne wale

mere pas kya kuchh nahin