zalim se mustafa ka amal chahte hain log

KHushk dariya paDa hai KHwahish ka

naqsh-bar-ab ho gaya hun main

hansi labon pe sajae udas rahta hai

rang mausam ke sath lae hain

abhi se panw ke chhaale na dekho

talab to barsat mein ho jate hain kam-zarf

fitrat ke taqaze kabhi badle nahin jate

wo ek pal ki rifaqat bhi kya rifaqat thi

guzar raha hun main sauda-garon ki basti se