Delhi, India
wasl ki shab ka maza hota hai awwal jaise
mere aaina-e-dil ka use manzur tha lena
izhaar-e-KHamoshi mein hai sau tarah ki fariyaad
hum mein hi aalam-e-akbar hue go jurm-e-saghir
aabaad gar wo chahe dil ko to kar sake hai
aashna bewafa nahin hota
asar howe na howe par bala se ji to bahlega
dikha denge chaalaki hathon ki naseh
kis waqt mein basa tha ilahi ye mulk-e-dil
jhuT-muT un se main kuchh maslahatan bolunga
itne aansu to na the dida-e-tar ke aage
ghair kahte hain ki hum baiThne dewenge na yan
us shoKH ke jaane se ajab haal hai mera
kha ke gham KHwan-e-ishq ke mehman
wasl mein bhi na gai chheD yahi kahta rah