o raaste chhod aaye, jin logon se muh mod aaye,
unn modo ko dobara mud ke na dekho to bhalaa...
dard bhari aankhon se, muskurate hue hontho se,
phir beete waqt se dobara jud ke na dekho to bhalaa
na kuch haasil hota hai, na kuch aaraam mita hai,
unn raaston pe jaakar, dard bina daam milta hai,
jeeo zamin par, khud ke saath, phir beshaq tanha
aur aasmaanon mein ud ke na dekho to bhalaa...