Fata-kallamu tarafu

tabib bhinbhina gaya
main sab ilaj kar ke thak gaya hun

par ye bachcha bolta nahin
zaban is ki tandurust hai

kahin bhi koi raKHna, koi naqs, main nahin samajh saka
badan bhi tandurust hai magar ye naunihaal chaar sal ka

ishaaron se hi baat karna jaanta hai, kya karun?
ise kisi specialist ke pas le ke jaiye

ye main tha chaar sal ka!
meri zaban band thi

kalam mujh se jaise chhin gaya tha pahle din se hi
jo do baras ka mujh se chhoTa bhai tha wo KHub bolta tha, par

na jaane kaise meri jibh gung thi
main summun bukmum tha, be-zaban, dam-ba-KHud

ki jaise chup ka roza rakh ke ji chuka tha chaar sal ki ye umr-e-muKHtasar
ajib moajaza hua ki ek din

main apne ghar ki DewDhi mein summun bukmum khaDa hua
tamasha dekhta tha ek julus ka

alam uThae jis mein log ya husain ya husain kahte
sina piTte, lahu-luhan ja rahe the

aur main jise zaban-awari ka kuchh pata na tha
na jaane kaise is sukut ke andhere ghaar se nikal ke bol uTha

husain! ya husain! ya husain!!
aur phir mera sukut

nutq mein, kalam mein, suKHan mein Dhal gaya
main saf bolne laga