Poet Name: Kishwar Naheed

bandar chuha aur khargosh hanste hanste the behosh paas thi ek gilahri bhi thi chuhe se moti bhi aur kutta

aaj to mere kapde bhi paani ki tarah bhari hain maut ka kajal ankhon men lagana aur ankhon men patti

hiran ka ek chhota bachcha dariya ke kinare aa nikla vahan pe ek batakh bhi thi machhli se vo ye

main tire khvabon ki dost thi yaad hai tu ne meri banhon men baton ke gajre pahnae the tu ne

mota sa ik baaje vaala chalta chalta jangal aaya jangal men koyal rahti thi pinjre men band vo baithi thi

tum mujhe pahan sakte ho ki main ne apne aap ko dhule hue kapde ki tarah kai dafa nichoda hai

hathon men dastane pahne gale men bush-shirt Daali naak nathune chaude kar ke gadhe ne dum akdai chala matak ke

abhi sardi poron ki pahchan ke mausam men hai is se pahle ki barf mere darvaze ke aage divar ban

ye ham gunahgar aurten hain jo ahl-e-jubba ki tamkanat se na roab khaen na jaan bechen na sar jhukaen na