jin ki dard-bhari baaton se ek zamana ram hua

humne tumhaare gham ko haqiqat bana diya

ye bhi ek rang hai shayad meri mahrumi ka

yaad ashkon mein baha di humne

teri aawaz ko is shahr ki lahren tarasti hain

kahte hain in shaKHon par phal phul bhi aate the

mohabbat ki gawahi apne hone ki KHabar le ja

aaya hai ek rah-numa ke istiqbaal ko ek bachcha

ab usi aag mein jalte hain jise

har sal bahaar se pahle main pani par phul banata hun

har sal ki aaKHiri shamon mein do chaar waraq uD jate hain

irada tha ji lunga tujhse bichhaD kar

pahle ek shaKHs meri zat bana

koi munh pher leta hai to qasir ab shikayat kya

ummid ki sukhti shaKHon se sare patte jhaD jaenge