मैं रानी तो हूँ, सर पे भले मेरे ताज न हो, जीत कर तो रहूंगी, चाहे कल सही, भले आज न हो, दिल थाम कर इंतेज़ार है उस दिन ऐ मंज़र का, मेरी शख़्सियत जब किसी तारुफ़ की मोहताज न हो।
In beautiful lights, the world Is a yarn, unravelling on needles of chaos And spun, spun into order The patterns will never make themselves known Until they are done Clickety clack of steel and where do you fit? Because you must, though you feel out of place You are only being knit into a cherry blossom Yet unfinished.