naya din roz mujh ko kitna pichhe phenk deta hai
ye aaj andaza hota hai ki main ahista ahista
hazaron miil ki duuri pe tum se aa gaya aur ab
dinon salon mahinon ko ikattha kar ke gum-gashta
dayar-e-hu men baitha huun na kuchh aage na kuchh pichhe
siva kuchh vasvason ke kuchh khasaron ke kamar-basta
kahin chalne ko aage jis ka vazeh kuchh tasavvur hi nahin koi
hamare sab masail jin ka ham par bojh hai itna
hamari kisht-e-be-maya hain is sahra men kya boya
bagulon ke siva kuchh garm jhonkon ke siva ham ne
chalo ik tez dhare men kahin par daal den kashti
latafat thande paani ki karen mahsus kuchh thoda bikhar jaaen
hansen be-vajh yunhi ghul machaen be-sabab dauden
uden un badalon ke pichhe aur milon nikal jaaen
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