dard baDhta gaya jitne darman kiye pyas baDhti gai jitne aansu piye
dil pe wo waqt bhi kis darja giran hota hai
lauTe kuchh is tarah teri jalwa-sara se hum
haqir KHak ke zarre the aasman hue
ishq ke marahil mein wo bhi waqt aata hai
thi siyahiyon ka maskan meri zindagi ki wadi
gham-e-behad mein kis ko zabt ka maqdur hota hai
na sakat hai zabt-e-gham ki na majal-e-ashk-bari
