Kuch Fal Jaroor Aayenge Roti Ke Ped MeinJis Din Mera Mutalba (Prayer) Manzoor Ho Gaya

Wo Hi Shama Jo Kaam Aaye Anjuman Ke LiyeWo Hi Zeest Jo Kurbaan Ho Jaaye Watan Ke Liye

Auraak Mein Chhipati Thi, Aksar Vo TitliyanShayad Kisi Kitab Mein Rakha Hua Hoon Main

Tum Mujhe Kabhi Dil Kabhi Aakhon Se PukaroYe Hothon Ke Taqaluf To Zamane Ke Liye Hain

Makaan Ke Saath Voh Podha Bhi Jal Gaya JismeMehkate Phool The Phoolon Me Ek Titli Thi

Khood Uske Baap Ne Pehchaan Kar Na PehchanaVoh Ladki Pichhle Fasadaat Me Jo Khoyi Thi

Hum Se Majboor, Ka Gussa Bhi Ajab Baadal HaiApne Hi Dil Se Uthe Apne Hi Dil Per Barse

Har Dhadkate Pathar Ko Log Dil Samajhte HainUmar Beet Jaati Hai Dil Ko Dil Bnane Mein

Main Khuda Ka Naam Lekar Pee Raha Hoon DostoZaher Bhi Ismein Agar Hoga, Dwa Ho Jayega

These heroes are dead.They died for liberty –they died for us.They are at rest.

Voh Ghazal Walon Ka Usloob Samajhate HongeChand Kehte Hain Kise Khoob Samajhate Honge

Zindagi Main To Musafir Hoon Teri Kashti Ka,Tu Jahan Mujhse Kahegi Mein Utar Jaaunga.

Tere Hijran Se Ta’aluq Nibhane K LiyeHumney Is Saal Bhi Jeenay Ki Kasam Khai Hy

Ay Khat Ke Parne Wale, Zara Dil Lagake ParnaAansu Na Nikal Aaye, Zara Muskurake Parna

Vo Pyaase Jhonke Bahut Pyaase Laut Jaate HainJo Door-Door Se Baadal Uda Ke Laate Hain