raasta rok liyaa meraa kisi bachche ne — Asar Akbarabadi

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

fikr-e-jahaan dard-e-mohabbat firaaq-e-yaar
kyaa kahiye kitne gham hain miri zindagi ke saath

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

shaahraahein dafatan shoale ugalne lag gaiin
ghar ki jaanib chal paDaa hai shahr gheraa kar tamaam

yuun to maujud apne ghar mein hai
aadmi mustaqil safar mein hai

safar mein aise kai marhale bhi aate hain
har ek moD pe kuchh log chhuT jaate hain

miri tamannaa hai ab ke tum phir milo to ji bhar ke muskuraaein
ki dekhnaa hai ye raushni kaa safar bahut der baa'd jaa kar

ai adam ke musaafiro hoshiyaar
raah mein zindagi khaDi hogi

safar kahaan se kahaan tak pahunch gayaa meraa
ruke jo paanv to kaandhon pe jaa rahaa huun main