har ek ruup hai us ka paheliyon ki tarah
khule na mujh pe vo ujḌi haveliyon ki tarah
ye rang rang parinde hi ham se achchhe hain
jo ik daraḳht pe rahte hain beliyon ki tarah
sunahri dhuup men baiThi hon mil ke jab chiḌiyan
to chahchahati hain alhaḌ saheliyon ki tarah
uTha ke haath dua.en na maang barish ki
falak bhi ḳhushk hai teri hatheliyon ki tarah
ujaḌ gaya hai magar raas rut badalne se
kabhi mahakta tha ‘ḳhavar’ chambeliyon ki tarah
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