azra-abbas

Mujhe Taqsim Kar Do

apni zaban

mire mathe se miri naak ki siidh par

niche ki taraf

ahista ahista le kar chalo

haan aise yuun

bahut ahista bilkul chyunti ki tarah

rengti hui

tumhari zaban mire jism ke bichon-bich

jaise tum mujhe aadha kar rahe ho

pet ke ubhar se hote hue

naaf ke ubhar se hote hue

naaf ke raste se

pedu ke ubhar par thahar jaao

ab to meri saans chadhne lagi hai

yahan se

Dhalvan shurua ho jaati hai

pichhla to saara rasta sidha hi tha

tumhari zaban

ab tak apni ek ek sarak men

kitne jaam pila chuki hai

jante ho

is lams ka nasha sharab hi jaisa to hai

ek ghunt do

zaban yahin rahne do

ek ghunt le luun

ye jab mire halq se niche utregi

tum nahin jaan sakte

tumhen bata duun to bhi to kya mere andar

sarsarate hue

un sanpon ko dekh sakoge

jo tumhari zaban ke sarakne ke saath saath

ek ek jumbish par mere andar

phunkarte hain

mujh par ek saath vaar karte hain

haan ruko nahin

is Dhalan se niche bhi to jaana hai

niche aur niche jahan

tumhari zaban thodi der

sustaegi

aur phir mujhe do hisson men

taqsim kar degi

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