zalim se mustafa ka amal chahte hain log

KHushk dariya paDa hai KHwahish ka

naqsh-bar-ab ho gaya hun main

rang mausam ke sath lae hain

hansi labon pe sajae udas rahta hai

talab to barsat mein ho jate hain kam-zarf

abhi se panw ke chhaale na dekho

wo ek pal ki rifaqat bhi kya rifaqat thi

fitrat ke taqaze kabhi badle nahin jate

guzar raha hun main sauda-garon ki basti se