fahmida-riaz

Lao Hath Apna Lao Zara

laao haath apna laao zara

chhu ke mera badan

apne bachche ke dil ka dhdakna suno

naaf ke us taraf

us ki jumbish ko mahsus karte ho tum

bas yahin chhod do

thodi der aur us haath ko mere thande badan par yahin chhod do

mere be-kal nafas ko qarar aa gaya

mere iisa mire dard ke charagar

mera har mu-e-tan

us hatheli se taskin paane laga

us hatheli ke niche mira laal karvat si lene laga

ungliyon se badan us ka pahchan lo

tum use jaan lo

chumne do mujhe apni ye ungliyan

un ki har por ko chumne do mujhe

nakhunon ko labon se laga luun zara

phuul laati hui ye hari ungliyan

meri ankhon se aansu ubalte hue

un se sinchungi men

phuul laati hui ungliyon ki jaden chumne do mujhe

apne baal apne mathe ka chand apne lab

ye chamakti hui kaali ankhen

mire kanpte hont meri chhalakti hui aankh ko dekh kar kitni hairan hain

tum ko maalum kya tum ko maalum kya

tum ne jaane mujhe kya se kya kar diya

mere andar andhere ka aaseb tha

ya karan ta karan ek anmit khala

yunhi phirti thi main

ziist ke zaiqe ko tarasti hui

dil men aansu bhare sab pe hansti hui

tum ne andar mira is tarah bhar diya

phutti hai mire jism se raushni

sab muqaddas kitaben jo nazil huiin

sab payambar jo ab tak utare gae

sab farishte ki hain badalon se pare

rang sangit sar phuul kaliyan shajar

subh-dam ped ki jhumti Daliyan

un ke mafhum jo bhi batae gae

khaak par basne vaale bashar ko masarrat ke jitne bhi naghme sunae gae

sab rishi sab muni ambiya auliya

khair ke devta husn neki khuda

aaj sab par mujhe

e’tibar aa gaya e’tibar aa gaya

Come, give me your hand

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