Dill Ke Zakhmo Ko Mat Chero
Ke Phir Hum Apne Aap Ko Sam’haal Na Paaye,
Aaine Mein Mujhe Mera Chehra Math Dikao
Ke Hum Shayad Apne Aap Ko Hi Pehchaan Na Paaye.
Kis Mor Se Quzre The Hum,
Ke Yaha Ah Ponche Hai,
Insaano Ki Basthi Mein Aaye Hai Hum
Lekin Yaha Koi Insaan Rehtha Hi Nahi Hai.
Jab Dill Ki Dastaan Samundar Se Bhi Gehri Ho,
Likne Wale Bhi Hai’raan Reh Jaate Hai,
Aur Jis Dastaan Ke Har Lafz Se Ansoo Tapakte Ho
Parne Walo Khi Aankhen Bhi Dariye Jaise Behthi Rehjaati Hai.