ye sochkar ki vo khidki se jhaank le shaayad gali men khelte bacche lada diye maine

ye ilm ka sauda ye risaale ye kitaaben ik shaKHs ki yaadon ko bhulaane ke li.e hain

aañkhen dekhooñ to nazar chehre se hat jaati hai aisi aurat hai mukammal nahin dekhi jaati

isi li.e main bichhadne par sogwaar nahin sukoon pahli zaroorat hai teraa pyaar nahin javaab dhundhne men umr mat ganwa dena sawaal karti hai duniya par etbaar nahin

bacchon ke chhote haathon ko chaand sitaare choone do chaar kitaaben padh kar ye bhi ham jaise ho jaayenge

ye kaisa tajurba hai ki dil jalane pe akshar andhera chha jaata hai roshni nahin hoti

ye ha men kisne varchasv ki ladai dii jo hai hi nahin use khote ham hain hai saari raat ka dard ham kutto ko ho koi udaas rote ham hain

meri ungliyon men pad gaii hai girhein tere gesuon ki aajkal kisi bhi baat par akad jaati hai

mere nasheeman men kisi tarah ka andhera nahin haius khwaab men na jee paaunga jo meraa nahin hai

aabodaane ke KHaatir ek chidiya KHud pinjare men aa baithti hai