Dimak

KHun ka har ek qatra jaise

dimak ban kar dauDe

nakaami ke zahr ko chaTe

dard mein ghulta jae

chhalni jism se riste lekin

armanon ke rang

jin ka rup mein aana mushkil

aur jab bhi alfaz mein Dhal kar

kaghaz par bah nikle

KHake taswiron ke banae

aankhen tare hath shuaen

dil ek sadaf hai jis mein

kitne sachche moti bhare hue hain

bahar aate hi ye moti

shabnam ban kar uD jate hain

jaise apna khoya suraj DhunD rahe hain

main apne anjam se pahle

shayad ek din

in KHakon mein rang bharunga

ye bhi to mumkin hai lekin

main bhi ek KHaka ban jaun

jis ko dimak chaT rahi ho