Dilli mein laal ped dikhne lage
Mayi ka mahina gulmohar hota hai
Jab dard mein dil hota hai
Jiske kaaran dil mein dard hota hai
Tab hi ye sawal dhoop ke thapedon ki tarah
chehre ki jild pe khara paani bota hai
Hota hai kyun aisa ke main bistar pe , koi
sadak pe sota hai
Gaadiyon ke chillane se neend toot jaati
hai
Jeevan mun phati hui ek ubaasi hai
Raat ko jaagne se pet kharab hota hai
Aur din ko jaagne se dimagh.
Kyun nahin ek din sab jahan khade hon,
Baithe hon, lete hon, pade hon...
Gala apna kaat lein,
Qurbaani ke bakre ki tarah chatpatayein
Aur jaise Faiz kehte hain "bachchon ke bilakhne ki tarha Qul Qul e Maye"
Usi awaz ke sath dharti khoon mein doob
jaaye.
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