abrar-ahmad

Mitti Se Ek Mukalima

maan kahti hai

jab tum chhote the to aise achchhe the

sab abad gharon ki maaen

peshani par bosa dene aati thiin

aur tumhare jaise beton ki khvahish se

un ki goden bhari raha karti thiin hamesha

aur main tumhare hone ki rahat ke nashe men

kitni umren chuur rahi thi

ik ik lafz mire siine men atka hai

sab kuchh yaad hai aaj

ki main ik umr nigal kar baitha huun

umr ki akhiri sarhad ki banjar mitti

jab se maan ke honton se girte lafzon men kanpti hai

meri saans tadap uthti hai

us ke mitte naqsh mire andar

kohram si ik tasvir bane hain

zindagiyon ke khokhle ban par

ansuon lipti hansi mire honton pe larazti rahti hai

achchhi maan

umr ke chalte saae ki tazlil men

tere lahu ke ras ki lazzat

tere ghurur ki saari shaklen

un raston men mitti mitti kar aaya huun

pathrili sadkon pe apne hi qadmon se

khud ko raund ke guzra huun

mere lahu ke shor men teri

koi bhi pahchan nahin hai

teri ujli shabih kuchh aise dhundlai hai

tujh se vasl ki aankh se

binai zaail hai

main tere dardon ka maara

teri hi surat men bhi

ik jivan haara

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