ye tiraa hijr ataa dard ataa karb ataa — Ahmad Ata

ab yahaan kaun nikaalegaa bhalaa duudh ki nahr
ishq kartaa hai tu jaisaa bhi hai achchhaa hai miyaan

naa-rasaai ne ajab taur sikhaae hain 'ataa'
yaani bhule bhi nahin tum ko pukaaraa bhi nahin

saDak pe baiTh gae dekhte hue duniyaa
aur aise tark hui ek khud-kushi ham se

vaisaa hi kharaab shakhs huun main
jaisaa koi chhoD kar gayaa thaa

main teri ruuh mein utraa huaa milungaa tujhe
aur is tarah ki tujhe kuchh khabar nahin honi

aaj dekhaa hai use aisi mohabbat se 'ataa'
vo yahi bhuul gayaa us ko kahin jaanaa thaa

jab ki pahlu se yaar uThtaa hai
dard be-ikhtiyaar uThtaa hai

gham hai na ab khushi hai na ummid hai na yaas
sab se najaat paae zamaane guzar gae

ye aansu ponchh lijiye aur muskuraaiye
chaara nahin hai koi bhi rukhsat kiye baghair

main ne apni palkon par gham-kade sajaae hain
aarzu ke maatam mein sogvaar hasti hai

ham haal to kah sakte hain apnaa pa kahein kyaa
jab vo idhar aate hain to tanhaa nahin aate

husn jalva dikhaa gayaa apnaa
ishq baiThaa rahaa udaas kahin