Poet
rahte hain is tarah se gham-o-yas as-pas
main un se duur duur to ye mere paas paas
ye bhi nashe men kyuun na mire saath chuur ho
saaqi ḳhuda ke vaste rakh de gilas paas
phir chak-damani ki hamen qadr kyuun na ho
jab aur dusra nahin koi libas paas
chakra raha hai kucha-e-gesu men ja ke dil
manDla rahi hai maut musafir ke as-pas
‘natiq’ ḳhuda ki shaan ki apna nahin koi
hone ko yuun to saari ḳhuda.i hai as-pas
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