vo ajiib shakhs tha bhiid men jo nazar men aise utar gaya
jise dekh kar mire hont par mira apna sher thahar gaya
He was a strange man who caught my eye in the crowd
Seeing him, the sher that was on my lips got stilled
kai sher us ki nigah se mire rukh pe aa ke ghazal bane
vo nirala tarz-e-payam tha jo sukhan ki had se guzar gaya
travelling from his eyes to my face many shers became ghazal
this unique way of sending messages crossed the bounds of poetry
vo har ek lafz men chand tha vo har ek harf men nuur tha
vo chamakte misron ka aks tha jo ghazal men khud hi sanvar gaya
In every word a moon, in every letter an illumination
His reflection of radiant lines bedecked the ghazal on its own
jo likhun to nok-e-qalam pe vo jo padhun to nok-e-zaban pe vo
mira zauq bhi mira shauq bhi mire saath saath nikhar gaya
He is on the nib of my pen when I write, on the tip of my tongue when I read
My interests and my passions too have flowered along with me
ho tadap to dil men ghazal bane ho milan to giit huun pyaar ke
haan ajiib shakhs tha ‘indira’ jo sikha ke aise hunar gaya
the ghazal is wrought in the heart’s agony, union brings songs of love
He was a strange man Indira, who taught me these strange skills
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