tire qarib pahunchne ke dhang aate the
ye khud-fareb magar raah bhuul jaate the
hamen aziiz hain in bastiyon ki divaren
ki jin ke saae bhi divar bante jaate the
satiz-e-naqsh-e-vafa tha taalluq-e-yaran
vo zakhma-e-rag-e-jan chhed chhed jaate the
vo aur kaun tire qurb ko tarasta tha
fareb-khurda hi tera fareb khate the
chhupa ke rakh diya phir agahi ke shishe ko
is aine men to chehre bigadte jaate the
ab ek umar se dukh bhi koi nahin deta
vo log kya the jo athon pahar rulate the
vo log kya hue jo unghti hui shab men
dar-e-firaq ki zanjir si hilate the
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