mar gae ham par na aae tum khabar ko ai sanam — Bhartendu Harishchandra

ye chaar din ke tamaashe hain aah duniyaa ke
rahaa jahaan mein sikandar na aur na jam baaqi

ai 'rasaa' jaisaa hai bargashta zamaana ham se
aisaa bargashta kisi kaa na muqaddar hogaa

na bosa lene dete hain na lagte hain gale mere
abhi kam-umr hain har baat par mujh se jhijakte hain

baat karne mein jo lab us ke hue zer-o-zabar
ek saaat mein tah-o-baalaa zamaana ho gayaa

ye kah do bas maut se ho rukhsat kyuun naahaq aai hai us ki shaamat
ki dar talak vo masih-khaslat miri ayaadat ko aa chuke hain

abhi to aae ho jaldi kahaan hai jaane ki
uTho na pahlu se Thahro zaraa kidhar ko chale

tirgi mein aadmi ko hausla dete hue
har sitaare ko farishta maan lenaa chaahiye

dasht-e-junun ki khaak uDaane vaalon ki himmat dekho
TuuT chuke hain andar se lekin man-maani baaqi hai

bhaarat ke ai saputo himmat dikhaae jaao
duniyaa ke dil pe apnaa sikka biThaae jaao

mat baiTh aashiyaan mein paron ko sameT kar
kar hausla kushaada fazaa mein uDaan kaa

ye kah ke dil ne mire hausle baDhaae hain
ghamon ki dhuup ke aage khushi ke saae hain

tohmat si liye phirte hain sadiyon se sar apne
rusvaa hai bahut naam yahaan ahl-e-hunar kaa