ahmad-hamesh

Tajdid-3

tum ek hi libas nahin pahan sakte

aur vo hai safar

27-sal se is arsa-e-be-zamini par

main safar hi to pahanta aaya huun

ek baar ek qasbe men

ek nannhi si bachchi ne mujh se

meri udasi puchhi thi

meri udasi mere andar thi

aur bachchi ka matlab bahar tha

bahar ki quvvat ne meri chhipi hui rotiyan chhin liin

tum ne kahin se sun liya

ki jo mitti gosht se chipak jaati hai

us se ek atal makan banta hai

so tum atal makan men atal ban gae

tum ne mujh se meri shahriyat chhin li

kyunki

main un logon men se nahin tha

jinhon ne mahz auraton ke naam

sunghne men kai baras guzar diye

phir shayad unhen koi chor-darvaza mil gaya

kuchh log jo jail se chhut ke aae the

unhon ne apne gharon ki salakhon ko

niile rang se rang diya

kyunki niile rang ki niind

aram aur vahm ke darmiyan

shayad ek taank hoti hai

main ne kabhi tonic nahin piya

mere paas to kuchh jama hui rotiyan thiin

unhin men kahin khane baitha tha

ki shahron ke chaurahon ki samt

jaati hui dhuup bahut tez hogi

ek mulk ka dhuan

dusre mulk ki faslon men sarayat kar gaya

tum nahin jante ki ye sab kuchh kyuun hua

tum apne makan men atal rahe

main aage chal diya

mujhe chor-darvaza nahin mila

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