Zindagi bhar zindagi ki saza milti rahi, Lamha lamha wafaaon ki jaza milti rahi. Cherh kar jata raha har baar zakhmon ko mere, Gham ke sholon ko yun hi hawaa milti rahi. Meri nazron ne hai bakhsha husn ko farogh, Uske har aaza ko ik adaa milti rahi. Faasla badta gaya jitna gaya uske qareeb, Khushk patton ko jaise hawaa milti rahi. Paththron ki gird takrata raha ''Rahat'' ka wajood, Sukhan goi ka sadaa nayee sadaa milti rahi.
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
rozana ki bhag daur mey hum sub yehi intzar ker rahey hain k hamari zindagi ka ek din essa aaega jab hamari tamam khuwaishain poori hojaengi, haan din to aaega, zaroor aaega, magar khatam khuwaishain nahi balkey zindagi hojaegi.
