Ek ladki thi simple si,
Sapne the lekin thode bde si.
Phone tha hath me, time thoda sa,
Dil me tha likhne ka junoon zyada sa.
Shabd banaye usne apna haathiyar,
Har line me chhupi thi uski ladai ka sansar.
Log hante, kuch bolte — 'ye kya kar legi?'
Aaj wahi ladki writer kehlaati hai, aur duniya sunti hai jo wo likhti hai."
