abdul-hafiz-naeemi

Har Insan Apne Hone Ki Saza Hai

har insan apne hone ki saza hai

bhare bazar men tanha khada hai

nae darbanon ke pahre bithao

hujum-e-dard badhta ja raha hai

rahe ham hi jo har patthar ki zad men

hamari sar-bulandi ki khata hai

mahakte gesuon ki raat guzri

sava neze pe ab suraj khada hai

mire khvabon ki chikni sidhiyon par

na jaane kis ka but tuuta pada hai

vo shole hon lahu ho hadse hon

miri hi zindagi par tabsira hai

tiri zulfen to hain badnam yunhi

mujhe din ke ujalon ne Dasa hai

chalo chupke se kuchh but aur rakh aaen

dar-e-kaba abhi shayad khula hai

utar kar to fasil-e-shab se dekho

sahar ne khud-kushi kar li suna hai

abhi taq-e-tasavvur par ‘naimi’

charagh-e-lazzat-e-shab jal raha hai

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