Sandal ki KHushbu aur sanp

koi afi hai
jo chandan ke peD ki KHushbu se maKHmur ho uThta hai

us ki shaKHon us ke patton se lipaT kar
na jaane kya DhunDta rahta hai

jaise chand ki tak mein har dam chakor rahta hai
jaise chand ki ghat mein koi megh ka kala chor rahta hai

aur phir ek pal aisa bhi aata hai
jab wo chand ko apni banhon mein bhar leta hai

duniya ki nigahon se bacha kar apni aaghosh mein Dhanp leta hai
safedi zulmat mein hal ho jati hai

raushni tariki mein badal jati hai
lekin

ye tariki hi aslan taKHliq ka mamba hai
man ka afi bhi

rahna chahta hai
tere gird-o-pesh

go teri zulf koi shankar ki jaTa bhi nahin
phir kyun ye afi

teri gardan tere naf-e-tan mein hamail hona chahta hai
bar-bar

tere sandal badan ki KHushbu
koi amrit koi somras bhi nahin,

phir kyun ye dushT rahu ketu ki tarah
pina chahta hai use bund bund chaal-bazi se

tariki hi tera muqaddar Thahra
tera maskan bhi tarik hai

ai zulqarnain
zulmat hi to aab-e-hayat ka sar-chashma hai

tera sukun tera qarar bhi tarik hai
tariki hi asl manb-e-nur hai

taKHliq-e-kaenat ka shuur hai
baadal jab chhaTta hai

chand aur bhi damakta hai
megh-dut ke kale ghane halqe se nikal kar

chand aur bhi dudhiya pur-nur ho jata hai
sandal ke shajar se lipaT ke sanp

aur bhi masrur ho jata hai
la-shuur se shuur ka safar KHatm ho jata hai