Muskurake hum apna dard chipate hain Hum wade-e-wafayee taumr nibhate hain Par humpe aaj na hai kisi apne ko aetbaar Aaj humein sab begaana batate hain
Kitabon mai rakh k sula gaya ham ko Ankh band ki aur bhula gaya ham ko Koi ajeeb musavar tha jo barishon k mosam main Kachi deewaron pe bana gaya ham ko.
roz hota hai tarruf mera teri yAdoN se, chhalakta hai noor tera meri AnkhoN se, tadap raha hoon maiN aur ab ye Alam hai, aur intezaar nahi hota ab meri sasoN se,
Umar Jalwo Mein Basar Ho Yeh Zaroori To Nehi Har Shabe Gham Ki Seher Ho Yeh Zaroori To Nehi Neend To Dard Key Bistar Pey Bhi A Sakti Hai, Unki Aaghosh Mei Sar Ho Yeh Zaroori To Nehi
