Kuch kam si lagti hai roshni ki chadar
Jam hum apne kadam falane ki aas me aage badte jate hai.
Manzilo ki dhun ko ankhon ke liye, har ek tinka jaise toofan sa lagta hai,
Mushkilo ke samundar me, na jane kab akelapan apna sa lagta hai

Hum musafir hai jo apne safarname ki talash mein gum hona chahte hai
Waqt ke is chakravyuh ko todkar, apni khwahishon se rubaru hona chahte hai
Umeedo ke boj ke tale, iss nazuk umar me hum na jane kitna kuch chupate hai,
Javani ke shor me najane kitne rate ham apne aap se ladte
Iska sabab sirf hamare takiyo me simte hue aason jante hai.

Janab ye umar hi kuch aisi hai jaha har insaan apna wajood banana chahta hai,
Duniya ke lehazo se waqif hokar, uska dil bas sukoon pana chahta hai.
Besabri ki dehleez langar, apne gham ko chupana hai, ye duniya ka saleeqa hai
Mohabbat se mukamal hokar, usne vishwas ke bikhre tukdo ko sametna sikha hai

Mannato ki is mayanagri me har shaqs ki ek adhuri kahani hai,

Na Umeed hoke bhi roshni ko khojna, ishi izhaar se mohtaj zindagi ki zubani hai.

Kya nayab hain yeh jawani ka daur,
Jaha har rooh andhero ki baho me apna dukh bahati hai
Phir bhi iss umeed me ki kal aaj se behtar hoga, iski talash me har subah nikal jaati hai

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