fikr-e-jahaan dard-e-mohabbat firaaq-e-yaar — Asar Akbarabadi

raasta rok liyaa meraa kisi bachche ne
is mein koi to 'asar' meri bhalaai hogi

ulfat kaa hai maza ki 'asar' gham bhi saath hon
taarikiyaan bhi saath rahein raushni ke saath

zindagi tujh se ye gilaa hai mujhe
koi apnaa nahin milaa hai mujhe

saaya bhi saath chhoD gayaa ab to ai 'asar'
phir kis liye main aaj ko kal se judaa karun

ulfat ke badle un se milaa dard-e-laa-ilaaj
itnaa baDhe hai dard main jitni davaa karun

udaas ho na tu ai dil kisi ke rone se
khushi ke saath ghamon ko bikharte dekhaa hai

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

husn jalva dikhaa gayaa apnaa
ishq baiThaa rahaa udaas kahin

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

ye saal tul-e-masaafat se chuur chuur gayaa
ye ek saal to guzraa hai ik sadi ki tarah

kisi ki yaad manaane mein iid guzregi
so shahr-e-dil mein bahut duur tak udaasi hai

aisi taraqqi par to ronaa bantaa hai
jis mein dahshat-gard corona bantaa hai