ek roz un geeli hawaon me

yun dikhaa ek chehra murjhaya

dekhaa toh laga kitne barson se

uskaa naseeb nahi muskaya

Mathe ki silwaton par

jaise likhi koi kahani thi

Bedard baadalon ko shayad

nadiyan wahin bahani thi

par nahi dho paai baadalon ki nadiyan

sooni aankhon ke ansoo ko

woh aansoo jo shayad wahin ruke the

ki kab woh wakth ke aur thapede khayega

sukhe thapade nigalne ko

paani kahan se layaga

pet ki aag jalte jalte

aankhon tak aa gai

apni hi aankhon ke aansoo

apni hi aag sukhaa gai

un sard sili hawaon me

bebasi kaa soona raag hai

kyun bhalaa ein boondon me

ek thandi si aag hai

yaa shayad hai bechani

yaa fir ke bebasi

insaano ki basti toh

itni sunsaan nahi hai

fir bhi aaj aadmi kaa

insaan nahi hai

This is about a poor old homeless beggar I saw in a rainy night. Shivering, hungry and wet.

As we enjoy the rains, let's not forget to help those needy people.

can't write more.

thanks