Koi mili thi jisse main apne iraadon ko baant saka,
aur uske saath ke bal par expressions bana saka
meri khushi isi mein hai ki zamaane ki khushiyaan tume mile
apna kya hai; yeh expressions aur drawings ke hain silsile
Desh ki taraqqi chaahtha tha par khudh itna gir gayaa
Aam Aadmi se bhadhtharr aur dimaag bhi phir gayaa
Koi saath hota meri tarah sochne wala tho Salim-Javed ban jaate
Yeh ration ka, daftar ka, samaj ka chakkar koson door reh jaate