Wo bazahir jo zamaane se khafa lagta hay
Hans ke bole bhi to dunya se juda lagta hay
Aur kuch dair na bhujne de isy Rabb-e-Sahar
Doobta chand mera dast-e-dua lagta hay
Jis se munh pher ke raste ki hawa guzri hay
Kisi ujre hue aangan ka diya lagta hay
Ab ke sawan main bhi zardi na gai chehron ki
Aose mosam main to jungle bhi hara lagta hay
Shehar ki bheer main khulte hain kahan uske nooqoosh
Aao tanhai main sochen ke wo kya lagta hay
Munh chupae hue guzra hay jo ehbaab se aaj
Uski aankhon main koi zakhm naya lagta hay
Ab to Mohsin ke tasawwur main utar Rabb-e-Jaleel
Is udaasi main to pathar bhi khuda lagta hay...
Hans ke bole bhi to dunya se juda lagta hay
Aur kuch dair na bhujne de isy Rabb-e-Sahar
Doobta chand mera dast-e-dua lagta hay
Jis se munh pher ke raste ki hawa guzri hay
Kisi ujre hue aangan ka diya lagta hay
Ab ke sawan main bhi zardi na gai chehron ki
Aose mosam main to jungle bhi hara lagta hay
Shehar ki bheer main khulte hain kahan uske nooqoosh
Aao tanhai main sochen ke wo kya lagta hay
Munh chupae hue guzra hay jo ehbaab se aaj
Uski aankhon main koi zakhm naya lagta hay
Ab to Mohsin ke tasawwur main utar Rabb-e-Jaleel
Is udaasi main to pathar bhi khuda lagta hay...
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