Mere mauhalle ke sabhi ped

Aajkal khud ko shayar samajhne lage hain,

Har subah mausam ki mehfil mein,

Ek naye si shayari, ek naye se rang mein pirokar sunane lage hain.
Badalti rangon ki iss mehfil mein,

Mehmaan bhi roz badalte hain,

Aaj ek gilehri akhrot ke laalach mein,

Kal ek parinda apne ghosle ke ishq mein, inki shayari ka shikaar ho gaya.
Kal woh naarangi wala apni aashiqui ke kisson se sabko rulata hai

Toh aaj woh halka hara apni harkaton ke charchon se sabko hasata hai,

Sunehri pattiyan toh apni khubsoorti ka raaz batati hain,

Wahin gehre rang ke buudhe dada roz hi kaal ki ek alag kahani sunate hain
Kabhi bhul se apne fankaar ki yaad bhi aa jati hai inhe,

Aur phir uska shukr adaab krne ke liye

Ussi ki hawaon ke sufiyanon par,

Apni hari sunehri pattiyon ko phaila ke jhoom jate hain ye. 
Shyaam apne saath sukoon ki ek thandi leher le aati hai

Jo inn shayaron ke sundar rangon ko shaant kar jaati hai,

Aur tab,inn shayaron ki aawaazein chup ho jaati hain

Aur bolta hain, toh bass inn sabke iss pal mein hone ka ehsaas. 
Issi mein ye jeete hain, aur phir maar diye jaate hain,

Phir bhi, gham ka zikr nahi milta inki shayariyon mein.
Toh din dhalne ke baad,

Jab meri baari aati hai,

Iss khaatirdaari ke Shukraane ke taur par,

Main inhe apni sabse behtareen shayari sunati hun!

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