pukhta agar hai 'azm to socho na dosto — Abrar Asar

na to aaftaab ki hai gharaz na talab mujhe koi chaand ki
vo charaagh mujh ko 'aziz hai miri zulmaton ko jo nuur de

us ke chehre pe thaa namak aisaa
aaj tak zaaiqa hai honTon par

khatra thaa aandhiyon se magar haae-re nasib
baad-e-sabaa charaagh bujhaa kar chali gai

chaman mein shor hai bhanvron ki chaahat kaa bahut lekin
mohabbat gul ki bulbul se hai khaamoshi ke parde mein

chaahe kitni bhi andheri shab ho
dekhnaa phir se ujaalaa hogaa

main agar aaina nahin hotaa
koi mujh se khafaa nahin hotaa

jinhein ye fikr nahin sar rahe rahe na rahe
vo sach hi kahte hain jab bolne pe aate hain

vo na aaegaa hamein maalum thaa is shaam bhi
intizaar us kaa magar kuchh soch kar karte rahe

maango samundaron se na saahil ki bhiik tum
haan fikr o fan ke vaaste gahraai maang lo

bagulaa jin ke sar par chatr-e-shaahi hai zamin masnad
vahi aqlim-e-gham mein aah ki naubat bajaate hain

qulzum-e-fikr mein hai kashti-e-imaan saalim
naa-khudaa husn hai aur ishq hai langar apnaa

azaab-e-daanish-e-haazir se baa-khabar huun main
ki main is aag mein Daalaa gayaa huun misl-e-khalil