Bedam Shah Warsi

Wo Chale Jhatak Ke Daman Mere Dast-e-Na-Tawan Se

vo chale jhatak ke daman mire dast-e-na-tavan se

usi din ka aasra tha mujhe marg-e-na-gahan se

ye hijab-e-kufr-o-iman bhi hata do darmiyan se

ki maqam-e-qarb aage hai hudud-e-do-jahan se

miri tarah thak na jaaye kahin hasrat-e-fasurda

ki lipat ke chal to di hai vo ghubar karvan se

mujhe shauq se taghaful tira paemal kar de

mira sar utha na uthe tire sang astan se

tire mai-kada ka saaqi hai bayan bhi kaif agin

ki hava ko hai tavajud mire nudrat-e-bayan se

miri be-kasi ka aalam koi us ke ji se puchhe

miri tarah lut gaya ho bichhad ke karvan se

jo khayal men bhi chhute dar-e-pak tera mujh se

to lipat ke roiin mujh se tere sang astan se

tiri rahguzar tak ai jaan jo nasib ho rasai

malun ankhen apni naqsh-e-kaf-e-pa-e-sarban se

vahi gunjti hain ab tak mire kaan men sadaen

jo suna tha zamzama ik kabhi saz-e-kun-fakan se

na ho paas parda un ko ye parda-dariyan hon

miri dukh-bhari kahani jo sune miri zaban se

miri chashm-e-hasrat-agin ye kharabiyan na dekhe

jo qafas ko duur rakh de koi mere ashiyan se

mujhe khaak men mila kar miri khaak bhi uda de

tire naam par mita huun mujhe kya gharaz nishan se

isi khak-e-astan men kisi din fana bhi hoga

ki bana hua hai ‘bedam’ usi khak-e-astan se

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