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

Log kehte hain muskurahat achhi lagti hai mujh par,
Kisi ko kya pata — muskurahat ke peeche kya hai.

Dhoka kha kar bhi maine dhoka nahi diya,
Tumne apni qeemat khud girayi — meri wafa ab bhi wahi hai.

Tum mera geet thi, ab sirf ek dhun ho,
Chand ke neeche akela gungunata hoon.

Tumse bichhad kar bhi maine tumhe bura nahi kaha,
Mohabbat thi — isiliye izzat ab bhi wahi hai.