Aakhri chand din december ke,
Har saal hi giraa’n guzarte hain,
Kese kese gumaan’n guzarte hain,
Raftaang ke guzarte saayon ki,
Aik mehfil si dil main sajti hai,
Phone ki diary ke saf’hon se,

Har barss ki tarah,
Diary ab bhi sawaal karti hai,
Kya khabar is barss ke aakhir tak,
Mere in be’chiraag saf’hon se,
Kitne hi naam katt gaye hon ge,
Apne apne gharon mein rakhi hui,
Diary dost dekhte hon ge,

Unki aankhon ke khaak’daanon main,
Ik sehraa sa phailta ho ga,
Aur kuch be’nishaan saf’hon se,
Naam mera bhi katt geya ho ga..