kamoshee seye goonjein, aisey hee, yeye serd havaien
iss keye akeileye pun ka aik saraab banein…
dukh-gaem keye diyeye bhelaein,
sataein -
jeisey bohet seye khavaab
serd ho ker, jael jaien,
ansoon phir in ko sajaein aur bhaein,
chahetoon kee saree nerm-masoom yaadein
jeisey mowr keye paroon kee choo hoon,
aik yaad bheney… aaas paas lehraein,
phir dukh ko bheraien, jeb wohh aik yaad jagaein
yeye serd havaien,
…
yeye serd havaien, aik hee dem mey
kyoon na, serd ter ho jaien yeye serd havaien?
bhoolaein…
kisi ka diya aik gheiraa rista zakhem-e-gaem,
kisi kee ibraat-naak gumrahee,
bhen jaein jeisey,
iss ka mukader, iss keye sung.
aur wohh dooor sey bhee dooor,
khood meye pashemaan heye,
mager kutch bhee bol paeye nahi
…
yey serd havaein
biyaan ker dein,
keye jaan chukka heye,
maan chuka heye wohh ubb
na hotee ager serd iss kee
apni zaat keye liyeye,
faket aik kuwahish kee chingari
ager jalaeye rekhta wohh,
chahey serd havaien aa bhee jateen
tow bhee jaleye rekhta wohh
…
teb kitna mukhtalef hota iss ka aaj,
kitnee khalis lau kee tapish rakhteen
iss keye aaas paas ker kush-amdeed intizaaar,
kitna kush naseeb hota,
ager pehchan sekta,
setchee aur kheree manoos-kun
yeye serd havaien
Dushwari