aa gira zinda shamshan mein lakDiyon ka dhuan dekh kar

qayam karta hun akasr main dil ke kamre mein

tujh aisi narm garm kai laDkiyon ke sath

tere bhulane mein mera qusur itna hai

patthar ke jism mein tujhe itna kiya talash

bas ek raat se kaise thakan utarti hai

sard ThiThuri hui lipTi hui sarsar ki tarah

ek patthar hai ki bas surKH hua jata hai

barishen us ka lab-o-lahja pahan leti thin

bas ek lunch hi mumkin tha jaldi jaldi mein

wo tera unchi haweli ke qafas mein rahna