Aaj hans diya, dard phir bhi paas tha,
Kuch muskurahatein sirf dikhawa hoti hain.

Phone jalta hai, tum nahi ho,
Umeed ek aadat hai jo chhut ti nahi.

Toote khwab aadhi raat ke farsh par,
Main unhe uthata hoon aur phir khwab dekhta hoon.

Kuch zakham bharte hain, kuch sirf chhupte hain,
Main apne zakham khamosh fakhar se uthata hoon.

Dost ne peeth peeche baat ki, saamne gale lagaya,
Dushman dikhta hai — dost ka dhoka chhupta hai.