zalim se mustafa ka amal chahte hain log

KHushk dariya paDa hai KHwahish ka

naqsh-bar-ab ho gaya hun main

hansi labon pe sajae udas rahta hai

rang mausam ke sath lae hain

ab karb ke tufan se guzarna hi paDega

hawa ke waste ek kaam chhoD aaya hun

use ye haq hai ki wo mujhse iKHtilaf kare

sae mein aablon ki jalan aur baDh gai

miT gaya gham tere takallum se

kitne ba-hosh ho gae hum log