khilne lage hain phul aur patte hare hue

chup hain huzur mujhse koi baat ho gai

sanjh-sawere phirte hain hum jaane kis virane mein

maine usko barf dinon mein dekha tha

munh apni riwayat se phera nahin karte

kabhi sham-e-hijr guzarte kabhi zulf-e-yar sanwarte

Thahre pani ko wahi ret purani de de

koi mausam bhi hum ko ras nahin

is darja meri zat se usko hasad hua

kabhi kitabon mein phul rakhna kabhi daraKHton pe nam likhna

main apne aap se ghafil na yun hua hota

main apne-ap se ghafil na yun hua hota

anis-e-jaan hain abhi tak nishaniyan uski

tamam shobade uske kamal uske hain

mohabbat ka ajab zawiya hai