Woh peechle mahine ka chand

Naye chand ki shuruaat hui hai

Naye mausam ki rajaa mein 

   pedo ke pate bhi apne rang badal rahe hai

Hava bhi taaza ho rahi hai

Humme bhi nayi umeed ki raaha par chalna chahiye 

Par hum to abhi peechle mahine ke chand ko yaad kar te ja rahe hai

Jo aaya tha kam waqt ke liye hi sahii

Lekin uske anokhein ruup-saruup ke khayaal mein 

   hum aaj bhi kho jaate hai 

Baadal ki parchaayi mein bhi us maah-e-nuur ne kitni khubsurati se raaton ko sajaaya tha

Kitna shabiih-e-rang ka misaajh tha uska  

  taaron ki kami bhi mehsoos nahi hone di usne 

Ek Tarah-daar ghazal thi uski vaz.a

Gul-o-gulzaar the uske alfaaz

Manohar the uske andaaz 

Sehr-a.ngez the uske afsaane 

Uski iltifaat me hum makhsuus the

Woh tha ek joshila mai-e-aatishii.n 

jisne humein madhosh karke

aur sab chand ko bana diya rasaheen 

Junoon-e-ilhaam tha humaari shayari ka woh raatri-kaar 

Aur dil ki gehraiyon tak bas jaati thi uski farzaana roshni baar baar

Par woh amaavas ki raat kya ayi 

Jo humaare khaas chand ko nigal gayi

Aur humaare dil ko andhere mein garq kar gayi

Jigar-afgaar kar gayi 

Ke ab hilaal mein bhi 

Radd-o-badal-e-fasl mein bhi

Humein to kuch naye khwaab ki lau nahi

   Umid-e-na-ummidi ki lau bhi nahi