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Ye Daur Mujhse Khirad Ka Waqar Mange Hai

ye daur mujh se khirad ka vaqar mange hai

dil ab bhi shauq ke lail-o-nahar mange hai

jahan men kis ko gavara hui hai fikr ki dhuup

har ik, koi shajar-e-saya-dar mange hai

zaban lala-o-gul men basi hui hai magar

zamana lafz men khanjar ki dhaar mange hai

akele-pan ka ye ehsas ham-nafas ki talash

badhi hui jo ye talkhi hai pyaar mange hai

ye aadmi mire khvabon ka saath kya deta

haqiqaton se jo akasr farar mange hai

ab in men apna lahu ho ki koi shokh kiran

varaq jo saada hai naqsh-o-nigar mange hai

hua kahan abhi sadiyon ke jabr se azad

khudai par jo bashar ikhtiyar mange hai

bhikariyon ko yahan bhiik kaun deta hai

hai sada-lauh jo duniya se pyaar mange hai

vo dida-var jise pahchanti nahin mahfil

tiri nazar se faqat e’tibar mange hai

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