Dard baDhta gaya jitne darman kiye pyas baDhti gai jitne aansu piye

dard baDhta gaya jitne darman kiye pyas baDhti gai jitne aansu piye
aur jab daman-e-zabt chhuTne laga hum ne KHwabon ke jhuTe sahaare liye

ishq baDhta raha su-e-dar-o-rasan zaKHm khata hua muskuraata hua
rasta rokte rokte thak gae zindagi ke badalte hue zawiye

gum hui jab andheron mein rah-e-wafa hum ne sham-e-junun se ujala kiya
jab na pai koi shakl-e-baKHiya-gari hum ne kanTon se zaKHmon ke munh si liye

us ke wadon se itna to sabit hua us ko thoDa sa pas-e-talluq to hai
ye alag baat hai wo hai wada-shikan ye bhi kuchh kam nahin us ne wade kiye

KHatm hone ko hai qissa-e-zindagi ab hamein aap se koi shikwa nahin
Tal na jae kahin maut aai hui pursish-e-gham ki zahmat na farmaiye

jab hijabon mein pinhan tha husn-e-butan but-parasti ka bhi ek meyar tha
ab to har moD par but hi but jalwagar ab kahan tak buton ko KHuda maniye

kitne arbab-e-himmat ne un ke liye baDh ke maidan mein jaan bhi haar di
ab bhi un ki nigahon mein hai bad-zani ab bhi un ko wafa ki sanad chahiye

jis ne luTa tha us ko salami mili hum luTe hum ko mulzim bataya gaya
mast aankhon pe ilzam aaya nahin hum pe lagti rahin tohmaten bin piye

jis ne 'amir' mata-e-KHudi bech di sach ye hai ismat-e-zindagi bech di
sar jhukane se behtar hai sar dijiye bhik lene se behtar hai mar jaiye