ek tasveer banaaunga teri aur fir haath lagaaunga tujhe

ab udaas firte ho sardiyon ki shaamon men is tarah to hota hai is tarah ke kaamon men

bichhad gaya hooñ magar yaad karta rehta hooñ kitaab chhod chuka hooñ padhaai jaarii hai

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

zameen pe ghar banaya hai magar jannat men rahte hain hamaari khush-naseebi hai ki ham bharat men rahte hain

zameen ka jal kabhi baadal raha hai tamasha zindagi ka chal raha hai

yahii archan sabhi ki thii kahii man tha kahii tan tha

zindagi jeene ka matlab kuchh nahin par maut bhi marzi se to aati nahin hai

vaqt aashankit hua yah dekhkar khatm ho jaa.e na swar vidroh ka

pyaas to uske hriday men bhi kahii thii yuñ nahin sukhe hue the hoth uske