Dard ke phool bhi khilte hai,bhikhar jaate hai,
Zakhm kaise bhi ho kuch roz me bhar jaate hai,
Us dariche me bhi ab koi nahi aur hum bhi,
Sar jhukaain hue chup-chap guzar jaate hai,
Rasta roke khadi hai yehi uljhan kabse,
Koi to puche to kahe kya ki kidhar jaate hai
Narm aawaz,bhali baatien,muhazzab lehje,
Pehli baarish me hi ye rang utar jaate hai.
Zakhm kaise bhi ho kuch roz me bhar jaate hai,
Us dariche me bhi ab koi nahi aur hum bhi,
Sar jhukaain hue chup-chap guzar jaate hai,
Rasta roke khadi hai yehi uljhan kabse,
Koi to puche to kahe kya ki kidhar jaate hai
Narm aawaz,bhali baatien,muhazzab lehje,
Pehli baarish me hi ye rang utar jaate hai.