KHush-fahmiyon ko dard ka rishta aziz tha

mere badan ki aag hi jhulsa gai mujhe

aaKHiri gaDi guzarne ki sada bhi aa gai

kya KHabar hai na mile phir koi shisha aisa

tez-rau pani ki tikhi dhaar par bahte hue

bichhaD kar us se sikha hai tasawwur ko badan karna

ab tak hamari umr ka bachpan nahin gaya

pursish-e-haal se gham aur na baDh jae kahin

meri qimat ko sunte hain to gahak lauT jate hain