Aaine aankh me chubhte the, Bistar se badan katrata tha,
Ek yaad basar karti thi mujhe, Me saans nhi le pata tha,
Ek shakhs ke haath me tha sb kuch, Mera khilna bhi murjhana bhi,
Rota tha to raat ujad jati, Hasta tha to din ban jata tha,
Me rab se raabte me rahta, Mumkin he ki usse raabta ho,
Mujhe haanth uthana padtay tha, Tb jake wo phone uthata tha,
Mujhe aaj bhi yaad he bachpan me me, Kabhi uspe nazar agar padti,
Mere baste se phool baraste the, meri takhti pr dil ban jata tha
——-Tahzeeb Hafi