dard ke phuul bhi khilte hain bikhar jaate hain

Dard ke phuul bhee khilte hain bikhar jaate hain Zakhm kaise bhee hon Kuch roz men bhar jaate hain Raasta roke khaDee hai yahee uljhan kab se Koee poochhe to kahen kya ki kidhar jaate hain Chhat kee kaDiyon se utarte hain mire khvaab magar Meree deevaaron se Takraa ke bikhar jaate hain Narm alfaaz bhalee baaten mohazzab lahje Pahlee baarish hee men ye rang utar jaate hain Us dareeche men bhee ab koee naheen aur ham bhee Sar jhukaa.e hue chup-chaap guzar jaate hain