ye KHazane ka koi sanp bana hota hai
tawil umr ki Dheron duaen bheji hain
kaman na tir na talwar apni hoti hai
na hath sukh ke jhaDte hain jism se apne
tum mohabbat ka use nam bhi de lo lekin
tu aa gaya hai to ab yaad bhi nahin mujhko
kisi ke nam pe nanhe diye jalate hue
haare hue logon ki kahani ki tarah hain
chupke se guzarte hain KHabar bhi nahin hoti
haar ko jit ke imkan se bandhe hue rakh
mujhko pahchan tu ai waqt main wo hun jo faqat
eDiyan mar ke zaKHmi bhi hue log magar
tu baat nahin sunta yahi hal hai phir is ka
kis liye is se nikalne ki duaen mangun
chand qadmon se ziyaada nahin chalne pate
