wo ik nokhaiz shaakh hai,
jo hathon main liye aalaat ,
gareebi ki qaba oray ,
bari baychaargi se,
kisi gaari ki janib barhta hai,
kabhi nazuk se hathon main,
kisi ko masoomiyat se khana pesh karta hai,
parhnay ki aarzo lay kar,
kabhi bartan wo dhoota hai,
kabhi wo hath phela kar,
tumharay pass ata hai,
bohot dhutkaara jata hai,
bohot lattaara jata hai,
magar majboor hai wo b,
kasoor us ka hai sirf itna ,
k us ne us dehleez pe janam liya hai jahan,
zubaan zaiqay ko tarasti hai,
wo nazuk phool jis ko yunhi pairon ke talay dinbhar,
bedardi se roondha jaat hai,jo khwabon main kabhi afsar,kabhi ustaad bunta hai,
hr khasta haal ko takta or ik sawaal karta hai,
khudaaya!kya hai ye mumkin,
k main eesi jaga paaon,
jahan se hr gareeb insaan ko mainsaaf dikh paon,
kuch esa kr guzron k ye behti aankhain seraab kr jaon,
ye dil shaad kr daalon,
weeranay aabaad kr dalon,
ummeedain phir se joron or zindagian aazaad kr paon,
magar ye tabhi hai mumkin,
jo in masoom hathon se,
cheeno tum sabhi aalaat,
parhao in gulon ko or sekhao in ko sb aadaab,
kitaabain do inhain or phainkanay do in ko ye ozaar,
yahi wo quvvatain hain jo bachain ge tum ko,
in masaib se jo ghayray hain watan ko b,
tu chooro soochna tum b or is per aml kr do na
sabhi tafreeqain bhula kr isay b amr kr do na