pathrile kohsar ke gaate chashmon men
guunj rahi hai ek aurat ki narm hansi
daulat taqat aur shohrat sab kuchh bhi nahin
us ke badan men chhupi hai us ki azadi
duniya ke maabad ke nae but kuchh kar len
sun nahin sakte us ki lazzat ki siski
is bazar men go har maal bikau hai
koi kharid ke laae zara taskin us ki
ik sarshari jis se vo hi vaqif hai
chahe bhi to us ko bech nahin sakti
vaadi ki avara havao aa jaao
aao aur us ke chehre par bose do
apne lambe lambe baal udati jaae
hava ki beti saath hava ke gaati jaae
the laughter of a woman
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