vahin pe jhaaD ke uThte hain phir mataa’-e-hayaat — Abida Karamat

auron ki aag kyaa tujhe kundan banaaegi
apni bhi aag mein kabhi chup-chaap jal ke dekh

us peD ke har phal mein miraa haq zaraa rakhnaa
jis nanhe se paude ko shajar main ne kiyaa hai

main us ki dhun mein nae raaste pe jaa nikli
dayaar-e-jaan se miri roz jo guzartaa rahaa

amaan mein aa ke bhi jis ki main be-amaan rahun
kisi bhi aisi nazar kaa mujhe hisaar na de

us ne meri shaakhon ko is tarah numu bakhshi
zakhm ke khileinge phuul dard kaa chaman hogaa

ham tire saae mein kuchh der Thaharte kaise
ham ko jab dhuup se vahshat nahin karni aai

kam-umri mein sunet hain
mar jaate hain achchhe log

zindagi tu bhi hamein vaise hi ik roz guzaar
jis tarah ham tujhe barson se guzaare hue hain

main tujh se saath bhi to umar bhar kaa chaahtaa thaa
so ab tujh se gilaa bhi umar bhar kaa ho gayaa hai

ai shahr-e-sitam-zaad tiri umr baDi ho
kuchh aur bataa naql-e-makaani ke alaava

umr bhar tujh ko dekhne par bhi
zauq-e-nazzaara kam nahin hotaa

bahut aziiz thi ye zindagi magar ham log
kabhi kabhi to kisi aarzu mein mar bhi gae