Premi Romani
sab ke labon pe aaj barabar hai ye siva
basti men kaise phirte hain sahra ke ye ghazal
tanha.iyon men qaid raha huun idhar-udhar
saare nagar ke log mire gham men the niDhal
charcha ka.i dinon se hai ye saare shahar men
ḳhvabon men rah ke umr bitana hai ab muhal
andhe tamam a.ine be-nur sab ki aankh
pahchan le to kaise koi apne ḳhad-o-ḳhal
‘premi’ har ek raat ke sar par hai ek raat
suraj hai vo sarab ki jis ka nahin zaval
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