mujhe jab bhi wo galiyan aur wo rasta yaad aata hai
ye jo ishq-e-masnad ke log hain unhen ramz sare sikha piya
har ghaDi dard ki shiddat se bilakti aankhen
daimi hai ishq aur ek daimi aawaz hai
jo kho chuke hain wo manzar talash karti hun
ajib hoti hai ye mohabbat
mohabbaton ka ye tur-e-sina
dard ki lahr mein zindagi bah gai
aaKHiri bar aaya tha milne koi
