Sasaram, Bihar, India
fursat mein raha karte hain fursat se zyaada
kisi ke waste jita hai ab na marta hai
samne aankhon ke phir yaKH-basta manzar aaega
main wo sahra jise pani ki hawas le Dubi
safar safar mere qadmon se jagmagaya hua
ye aur baat ki aKHtar haweliyan na rahin
phir bhi hum log wahan jite hain jine ki tarah
har ek dastan tujhse shurua hoti hai
sab ke honTon pe munawwar hain hamare qisse
hamari sada-mizaji pe rashk karte hain