Jahan Bhar Ki Tamam Aankhen Nachore Kar Jitna Num Banay Ga
Yeh kul mila kar bhi hijr ki raat mere griye se kam banay ga

Silsile Tod Gaya Wo Sabhi Jate Jate
Silsile tod gaya wo sabhi jate jate
Warna itne to marasim the ki aate jate
Shikwa-e-zulmat-e-shab se to kahin behtar tha
Apne hisse ki koi

