apne bacchon se bahut dartaa hooñ main bilkul apne baap ke jaisa hooñ main

ishq se apne kuchh chune lamhe ankahhe aur ansune lamhe aao milkar jiye dobaara se sard raaton ke gungune lamhe

uske haathon men bas ham hi janchte the daava sone ka kangan bhi karta tha

apne chehre se jo zaahir hai chhupaayen kaise teri marzi ke mutaabiq nazar aayen kaise

chal gaya hogaa pata ye aapko be-vafa kahte hain ladke aapko ik zaraa se husn par itni akad tu samjhti kya hai apne aapko

zaKHm bhi lagaate ho phool bhi khilaate ho kitne kaam lete ho ek muskuraane se

zabt se choor ho gaya hogaa gham se maamoor ho gaya hogaa bazm-e-ahbaab chhodne vaala kitna majboor ho gaya hogaa

kis zaroorat ko dabaaun kise poora kar loon apni tankhwaah kaii baar gini hai maine