Najat

dukhte hue sinon ki KHushbu ke hathon mein

un jalte KHwabon ke lahraate koDe hain

jinhen wo ek gahnae chand ki nangi kamar pe barsati rahti hai

tirgi baDhti jati hai

aur hamara chand abhi tak aisi kohna-sal haweli ka qaidi hai

jise hawa aur baadal ne tamir kiya hai

jis ki gili diwaron par manDhi hui belon mein

aisi khopDiyan khilti hain

jin ki aankhon ke KHali halqon mein mazi haal aur mustaqbil ke

gaD-maD rangon ke be-nur dhundalke jame hue hain

tum hi batao jab shaKHon se

faKHati nile phulon ki bajae

khopDiyan phuTen

subh-e-bahaar ka suraj un se aankh mila kar kaise zinda rah sakta hai

isi liye to is viran haweli ke aangan mein KHizan ke naghme

zinda insanon ke nauhe ban kar gunjte hain

nam-alud faza ke nadida sine par

sabr ki sil ki tarah ruke hue barfile suraj

sham ki ukhDi hui chaukhaT par

apne sar ghuTnon mein chhupa kar sochte hain

kabhi to sadiyon ki aawargiyon ka bojh uThae koi musafir

ism-e-rihai ko zer-e-lab dohraate hue

is be-rang haweli ke darwaze par

wo dastak dene aaega

khul kar barish barsegi aur chand riha ho jaega