Pul-Siraat

main jis men rahti huun mera ghar hai

yahan ki divar-o-dar ke andar

miri javani ke tane-bane

har ik rag-e-sang men ravan hain

yahan pe nikhri hui safedi

mire budhape ki aane vaali

sahar ka elaan kar rahi hai

yahan ki chhat mere dil se nikli hui dua hai

jo bargah-e-khuda men maqbul ho ke saaya kiye hue hai

yahan ki khidki yahan ke rauzan

miri hi ankhon ke khvab hain

kuchh men raushni kuchh bujhe bujhe hain

yahan pe kuchh log rah chuke hain

yahan pe kuchh log rah rahe hain

hamare mabain kya hai maazi ke rabte hain

vo rabte jin pe sirf meri giraft mahfuz rah gai hai

jabhi to aisa hua hai aksar

main apne hathon ko khud jhatak kar

nikal padi aise raste par

jo baal se bhi mahin

talvar ki tarah

tund o murtaish tha

main kat ke gir jaana chahti thi

bikhar ke mar jaana chahti thi

magar na-jane mujhe hua kyaa!

bajae is ke ki niche dekhun

miri in ankhon ne pichhe dekha

vahin jahan ek ghar khada tha

vo jis ki khidki vo jis ke rauzan

miri hi ankhon ke khvab the, kuchh men raushni, kuchh bujhe bujhe the!!

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