Poet
gham ro ro ke kahta huun kuchh us se agar apna
to hans ke vo bole hai ”miyan fikr kar apna”
rone se tire kya kahen ai dida-e-khun-bar
ye khaak men milta hai dil apna jigar apna
gar baithte hain mahfil-e-khuban men ham us bin
sar zaanu se uthta nahin do do pahar apna
laana hai to hamdam use la jald ki ham ko
ahval nazar aae hai nau-e-digar apna
baton se kate kis ki bhala raah hamari
ghurbat ke siva koi nahin ham-safar apna
aalam men hai ghar ghar khushi-o-aish par us bin
matam-kada ham ko nazar aata hai ghar apna
ya ankhon se ik aan na hota tha vo ojhal
ya jalva dikhata nahin ab ik nazar apna
har baat ka behtar hai chhupana hi ki ye bhi
hai aib kare koi jo zahir hunar apna
gar ru-ba-ru us ke kisi gham-khvar ko chupke
kuchh haal sunata huun main ba-chashm-e-tar apna
to kya kahun kahta hai ajab shakl se mujh ko
kuchh honton hi honton men vo munh pher kar apna
kya kya use dekh aati hai ‘jurat’ hamen hasrat
mayus jo phir aata hai paigham-bar apna
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