Jis shehar ki gaaliya ek waqt bulati thi,
Aaj wo shehar darata hai.
Ek darawana sa manzar aankhon k saamne thehar sa jaata hai.
Waqt ka malham hr ghav ko bhar deta hai.
Lekin jb waqt hi nasoor ho toh bs ghar kr deta hai.
Sbse ankhohi izarat hota hai yaadein,
Nah khone ka darr hota hai, nah gum jaane ka bhram.
Nah maramat maangti hai, nah dikhavat
Bs maangti hai toh rozana doharane ki zaroort.