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Give it up indulgent Sun,
you've parched the land aplenty.
The mountains beyond pull their misty curtains tight
and a million greens dance in glee.
You've been harsh but Mercy's time has come.
Retreat. Desist. You're undone.

Hear the Thunder roll - heed its word.
Even Lightning streaks its say.
The Clouds have broken their pregnant pause...
how long would you bind them away?

Ah! The joy of sun-kissed trees,
that flash of gold in grey when
the clouds part just to let you in
so your presence still holds sway...
If only you knew your place in time
your glory could still reign.
Alas! You lost your plot today -
Depart. Stay sublime.

The mountains crave a drink of life.
Begone and let them be.
The rain is come and the land is numb...
in relief, in respite and peace.
It's kept its promise to its lot.
It's kept the Earth here green.
The Sky will testify to your ills,
the Winds will heave a sigh.

No thanks to you, the soil will sing
as Hail raises a toast.
Fog's blanket spreads its span again
for Night to calm all nerves.

And Man will think upon his greed...
He must. If he must be.

So, go now, overbearing Sun.
Go, till morning's due.

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⚡मुखोटे पर मुखोटा चढ़ा कर,
यार, तुम क्यों थकते नहीं?!
खुद कि नहीं तो उस परेशान आयने की सोचो जो तुम्हें पहचाना ही भूल गया!

फिर, कुछ दोस्त ऐसे भी मिले
जो शिकायत से शिकायत रखते हैं।
खुशनसीब हैं हम की चंद लम्हे उनके साथ भी गुज़ारे। 

पर बयान-ए-नज़राना कह लो या गुलाम-ए-वक़्त,
शायर बना ही देता है शातिर जमाना।
ज़हन में जुनून लिए हमने भी मोर्चा निकाल लिया। 

त्योहार आते रहे, मौके मिलते रहे
कि अब कहीं शिकंज दूर होगी।
पर इनसानियत की बदकिसमती कह लो या इनसान की फितरत, खुशी से कोई खुश नहीं।

दो पल जो बक्शे  हैं बनाने वाले ने, यार, उन्हें गवाना नहीं।
खुद की रूह जिंदा रहे ना रहे,
हवा सबूत रखती है हर सलूक की।

हर बेग़र्ज़ कोशिश में खुदगर्जी ढूंढने वालों,
वक़्त- बेवक़्त साज़िश की तलाश छोड़ो अब।
धोखा हम भी खा चुके हैं बहुत, धोखेबाज़ को पहचानते हैं अब।

उम्र गवाह है कि उम्र टिकती नहीं,
तारीख बंधी नहीं है, वह भी रुकती नहीं।
ज़्यादती वह हद ना पार कर जाए कि हर्ज़ाने का ही वक़्त फिसल जाए।

जान है, जिंदादिली से जियो,
दिल खोलकर आहें भरो, दिल खोलकर जीने दो।
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इतनी इज्जत रख लो अपनी कि ऊपर मुंह दिखा सको।