Hajaron kharon,
Aur aek nanhi si,
Gulab ki pankhudi,
Ko lekar bahas hui.
Kanto ki tadad,
Jiyadah thi,
Is waste votes bhi,
Jiyadah the.
Magar ehsason,
Jajbaton,
Aur sochon,
Ki bulandi,
Voton se nahin ho sakti,
Unhen to rooh se hota hai,
Mehsoos karna.
Kisi ne mehsoos kiya,
Dil ki gehrai se:
Aek chhoti si pankhudi,
Gulab ki,
Apne men aek mojza hai,
Kudarat ka aek kaishma hai.
Parawardigar ka noor hai.
Hazaron Kanto ka,
Ekhta hona,
Koi dilkashi nahin rakhta,
Kuchh bhi sabit nahin karta.
Mahaj iske ki,
Kitni hairan kun hai,
Yeh duniyan,
Jahan itne tikhe khar hai,
Wahan bhi resham se,
Narm gulab paida ho,
Sakten hai,
Khil sakten hai.
Yah inhissar karta hai ke,
Hum kis nazariye se,
Dekhten hai.
Mojza=miracle. Hairan Kun=wonderful. Dilkashi=attraction. Inhissar=depend. Nazariya:view-point
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