Raat Ke Iss Kale Saye Mein Mera Tavassur Khone Lga Hai,
Aankhein Band Hone Ko Hai Par Dil Joro Se Dhadkne Lga Hai.
Wo Pari Jo Soyi Hai Haseen Khwabon Mein Dur Wahan,
Uski Hifazat Ki Dua Mera Mann Jo Har Roz Karne Lga Hai.
Uski Muskurahat Ka Deewana Hun Iss Kadar Ki Muflis Ho Gya Hun,
Aakhir Uske Sare Gamm Maine Jo Kharid Liye Hain.
Ab Wo Dheere Se Phir Apni Palake Uthayegi,
Uski Aankhon Ke Motiyon Se Main Phir Jamm Jaunga.
Phir Jab Wo Uthkar Mujhe Yaad Kregi Or Dekhegi,
Main Phir Se Jee Jaunga.
Ye Silsila Musalsal Chalta Jata Hai Or Wo Or Khoobsurat Hoti Ja Rhi Hai,
Or Musalsal Yun Hi Uski Iss Muskurahat Ke Liye Main Muflis Hota Chla Jaunga.