kaarwaan se jo bhi bichhda
gard-e-sahraa ho gaya
TuuT kar patte kab
apni shakh par waapas hue?
whoever got separated from the caravan
became the dust of the desert
when have fallen leaves
ever returned to their branch
ai raat, mujhe maa ki tarah
god mein le le
din bhar ki mashaqqat se
badan TuuT raha hai
o night, take me into your lap
like my mother
the toil and troubles of the day
have broken my body
Theme:Miscellany (44)
