Poet
khvabon ke mahal tuut ke gir jaate hain akasr
phir un se hi din apne sanvar jaate hain akasr
ai bad-e-saba un ko ye paigham mira de
kyuun chhup ke miri rah se guzar jaate hain akasr
duniya men har ik shai hai faqat teri kami hai
naqshe tiri yadon ke ubhar jaate hain akasr
vo naaz uthane ke to qaael hi nahin hain
phir ham bhi khafa ho ke biphar jaate hain akasr
‘kausar’ tire mai-khane men saghar na subu hai
phir kyuun yahan mai-nosh thahar jaate hain akasr
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