Joh Din Laut aata hain

Phir wahi din, phir wahi raat ka saya, Dil ke andar ek purana zakham jagaya. Saal bhar duniya chalti rahi, Magar iss ghadi mein saans bhi ruki rahi. Khaali kursi ab bhi waise hi rakhi hai, Uspar jamhi hui khamoshi likhi hai. Log haste hain, shor machaate hain, Magar andar se aansoo bas girte jaate hain. Kuch chehre kehte hain, “yeh din to khushi ka hai,” Par dil samajhta hai, yeh din to sirf gham ka hai. Ghadi ke kaante bhi jaise ruk jaate hain, Iss din ke aate hi saaye badh jaate hain. Diye jalte hain, par roshni bujh si lagti, Phool khilte hain, par khushboo khud si bhagti. Har kone mein ek khaali-pan ki aahat hai, Jo kuch kho gaya tha, bas uski ibarat hai. Din guzarta hai, magar bojh reh jaata hai, Ek silsila jo har saal phir laut aata hai. Aur dil sochta hai—yeh silsila kyun hai, Khushi ki jagah bas dard ka junoon kyun hai?