Waseem Barelvi
shaam tak subh ki nazron se utar jaate hain
itne samjhauton pe jiite hain ki mar jaate hain
phir vahi talkhi-e-halat muqaddar thahri
nashshe kaise bhi hon kuchh din men utar jaate hain
ik judai ka vo lamha ki jo marta hi nahin
log kahte the ki sab vaqt guzar jaate hain
ghar ki girti hui divaren hi mujh se achchhi
rasta chalte hue log thahar jaate hain
ham to be-nam iradon ke musafir hain ‘vasim’
kuchh pata ho to bataen ki kidhar jaate hain
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