Milna hai mitti mein, Ya jalke dhuan se !

Paisa kamane wale ko rishwat ki aas hai, 

     Nafzi khwahish wale ko aabru ki pyas hai,

Har koi magan baansuri si dhun mein,

     Kisiko jutane ki khwahish kisiko lutane ki,

Jab le jana tai hai kuch nahin yahan se, 

     Aaye the khaali hath jaoge khali hathon se, 

Mil jana hai mitti mein ya jal ke dhuan se,

     Kya khaak karoge hiris bhari aas bhar ke !

Baap Sa Saaya !

Jo apni har aarzu,Aulaad ke waaste qurbaan jaata hai, Bhale dil se roye, Har takleef ko hans ke jhel jaata hai, Khud jalte hue, Chanv sa har pal sukh-sukun deta hai, Gharwalon ki khushi mein, Apni kamiyabi dhundta hai, Zamaane se nazar-andaaz,Vahi saccha mard hota hai.. Khushnaseeb hain vo, Jinke sar baap ka saaya hota hai, Hain khushnaseeb vo,Jinar baap ka ashirwaad hota hai !

 

Walidain ki khidmat, Musalsal Aakhirat !

 

Walidain ki khidmat ke siwa, Kya kuch hi hai kamaane ko, Nasamajh aulad is baat ko,Amal karti baki har nasihat ko, Pal bhar is duniyayi marhale se, Aakhir kyun itnaa lagaav, Dault-shohrat jutaane, Tayyar baaki sab kuch gawane ko, Jinki aamdani rai barbaar si nahin, Banne kabil akhirat ko !

Dhup mein chaanv dhundta hun !

Dhup mein chaanv dhundta hun,Baarish mein dhup,

Dukh mein sukh dhundta hun, Aur sukh mein sukun,

Buraai mein acchai taltolta hun, Achaai mein salikha,

Bhale saari kaainat bhi karlun main haasil, 

Dil mein malal rahega,Ke karna kuch aur to hai hasil,

Ye dariya samete, Dil ke daayre kab simtenge aakhir ?.

Nanha Baccha !

Mann karta hai nanha baccha ban jaun, 

           Chulbuli-natkhati harkaton se sabko rujhaun,

Maa ke aanchal tale Naani ki lori suntaa main, 

          Nana ki laathi ko galiyon ki sair karaun,

Un dil-e-nadan doston ke sang,

          Befikri Laparwahi Khushali befizul kharch karaun, 

Thak chuka hun zindagi ke peeche bhaagte..

Shohrat ki hasrat se kyon fikr kamaaun ?..

          Kis wajeh se yun bewajeh din-raat guzaarun?. 

Zinda laash !

Zinda hun laash ki tarha,Sirhane tale tamannaon ko nihare,

Beintehaayi talab aanknon ko, Aakhir koi to humein pukare !

Mol khareedaar ki sifat pe hai !

 

Khudko bechne thaa, Bazaar ja pahuncha bade shauk se,

Wapsi mein ehsas hua hal-e-dil ko..

Boli keemat kitni bhi ho, Mol to khareedaar ki sifat pe hai !