charaag-e-ilm raushan-dil hai teraa — Heera Lal Falak Dehlvi

haal bimaar kaa puchho to shifaa milti hai
yaani ik kalma-e-pursish bhi davaa hotaa hai

tan ko miTTi nafas ko havaa le gai
maut ko kyaa milaa maut kyaa le gai

raushni tez karo chaand sitaaro apni
mujh ko manzil pe pahunchnaa hai sahar hone tak

mil ke sab amn-o-chain se rahiye
laantein bhejiye fasaadon par

miraa khat paDh liyaa us ne magar ye to bataa qaasid
nazar aai jabin par buund bhi koi pasine ki

apnaa ghar phir apnaa ghar hai apne ghar ki baat kyaa
ghair ke gulshan se sau darja bhalaa apnaa qafas

jinhein ye fikr nahin sar rahe rahe na rahe
vo sach hi kahte hain jab bolne pe aate hain

vo na aaegaa hamein maalum thaa is shaam bhi
intizaar us kaa magar kuchh soch kar karte rahe

maango samundaron se na saahil ki bhiik tum
haan fikr o fan ke vaaste gahraai maang lo

gaaDi mein bhi ghar ko soche jaataa huun
gaaDi aage aur main pichhe jaataa huun

ye ilm kaa saudaa ye risaale ye kitaabein
ik shakhs ki yaadon ko bhulaane ke liye hain

'taabish' jo guzarti hi nahin shaam ki had se
sochein to vahin raat sahar-khez bahut hai