ai dil-e-kafir ijz se munkir aaj tira sar kham kyuun hai
teri hateli shiryanon men ye bebas matam kyuun hai
aankh to rona bhuul gai thi phir har manzar nam kyuun hai
mat roko bahne do aansu kisi ko karte hain parnam
aap jhuka hai jhukne do sar chhupa tha us men koi salam
shayad us ke huzur men ho tum jis ko kahte hain anjam
vo hasti ki sarhad-e-akhir hua jahan har safar tamam
bebas hai insan bebas hai takti rah gai roti shaam
uth gaya koi bhari duniya se baaqi rahe khuda ka naam
ya phir kaghaz par parchhain milega jis ko sabt-e-davam
ye tukde insani dil ke shaer aur shaer ka kalam
naaz karungi khush-bakhti men main ne ‘firaq’ ko dekha tha
ujde ghar men vo tahzibon ke sangam par baitha tha
garm ham-aghoshi sadiyon ki hogi kitni pyaar bhari
jis ki banhon men kheli thi us ki soch ki sundarta
sher ka dil shaffaf tha itna jaise aina-e-tarikh
kya bhar puur visal tha jis ne us shaer ko janm diya
gar tarikh ne pagal ho kar khud apna sar phoda hai
khuun uchhala hai galiyon men apna handola toda hai
chhint na thi daman par us ke kaun ghaat dho baitha tha
jise samajhte ho na-mumkin vo us insan jaisa tha
insan bhi itna mamuli jaise apna ham-saya
apne sher sunana us ka aur khud hairan ho jaana
baton men masum mahak thi ankhon men bechain lapak
khamoshi ke vaqfe yuun jaise us ne kuchh dekha tha
piid bahut jheli thi us ne itni baat to zahir thi
lahja men shokhi thi jaise raakh men chamke angara
sangam ke paani par main ne dekhi thi kaisi tasvir
uda lahak kar ik jal-panchhi khinch gaya paani pe lakir
jamuna ki niili gahrai bhed bhari chup se bojhal
ganga ke dhare ki jumbish ujli taqat aur be-kal
is paani men aks dalta asman ka ik tukda
mitti ke but hare nariyal chandan laga koi mukhda
vo dharon par naav kheta sukha panjar manjhi ka
daan ke paise ginta pandit tanba suraj sanjhi ka
jamuna par minar qila ke gumbad ka tirchha saaya
paksitan se aae muhajir gende ki tuuti maala
paani men chappu ki shap shap baton ke tuute tukde
yahin kahin par ham se ojhal sarasvati bhi bahti hai
jo samjhi jo aage samjhun chhalak raha hai dil ka jaam
vo manzar jo khud se bada tha us ka ghera tumhare naam
ye kamre ka maand ujala bahar huuk papihe ki
khidki par bundon ki dastak sansen bharti khamoshi
puuri baat nahin batlata gunge aansu ro dena
teri dharti sah na sakegi itne husn ko kho dena
tanha aur apahij budhe tujhe na marne denge log
abhi to jivan banjh nahin hai phir tujh ko janmenge log
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