Magar ye zaKHm ye marham

tumhaare nam tumhaare nishan se be-sarokar
tumhaari yaad ke mausam guzarte jate hain

bas ek nazr-e-be-hijr-o-visal hai jis mein
hum apne aap hi kuchh rang bharte jate hain

na wo nashat-e-tasawwur ki lo tum aa hi gae
na zaKHm-e-dil ki hai sozish koi jo sahni ho

na koi wada-o-paiman ki sham hai na sahar
na shauq ki hai koi dastan jo kahni ho

nahin jo mahmil-e-laila-e-arzu sar-e-rah
to ab faza mein faza ke siwa kuchh aur nahin

nahin jo mauj-e-saba mein koi shamim-e-payam
to ab saba mein saba ke siwa kuchh aur nahin

utar de jo kinare pe hum ko kashti-e-wahm
to gird-o-pesh ko girdab hi samajhte hain

tumhaare rang mahakte hain KHwab mein jab bhi
to KHwab mein bhi unhen KHwab hi samajhte hain

na koi zaKHm na marham ki zindagi apni
guzar rahi hai har ehsas ko ganwane mein

magar ye zaKHm ye marham bhi kam nahin shayad
ki hum hain ek zamin par aur ek zamane mein