Dried leaves lie scattered on the ground,
Their beauty unmatched,
A touch, and they crumble,
Yet, the wind carries them far away,
A journey marked by solitude.
In these dry leaves, an emotion hides,
A unique path of loneliness,
Rich in beauty, yet silent,
Much like drifting away with the wind, into the distance.
.......
Sookey patte,
Bikhrey hue zameen par,
Jinka husn la jawaab,
Ek haath lagaya to kirchi kirchi ho jayenge,
Par hawa ke jhonke se kahi door udd jaatey hai,
Bas tanhayi ka safar hai.
In sookey patton mein chhupa hai ek ehsaas,
Tanhaai ka safar, hai kuch khaas,
Husn se bharpoor, par khamoshi ka izhaar,
Jaise hawa ke sang, chalein woh kahi door.
