neele aasamaan ke kone mein
raat-mil ka sairan bolata hai
chaand kee chimanee mein se
safed gaadha dhuaan uthata hai
sapane — jaise kaee bhattiyaan hain
har bhattee mein aag jhonkata hua
mera ishq mazadooree karata hai
tera milana aise hota hai
jaise koee hathelee par
ek vaqt kee rozee rakh de.
jo khaalee handiya bharata hai
raandh-pakaakar, ann parasakar
vahee haandee ulata rakhata hai
bachee aanch par haath sekata hai
ghadee pahar ko susta leta hai
aur khuda ka shukr manaata hai.
raat-mil ka sairan bolata hai
chaand kee chimanee mein se
dhuaan is ummeed par nikalata hai
jo kamaana hai, vahee khaana hai
na koee tukada kal ka bacha hai
na koee tukada kal ke lie hai…