sardi mein din sard milaa — Mohammad Alvi

main us ke badan ki muqaddas kitaab
nihaayat aqidat se paDhtaa rahaa

kamre mein maze ki raushni ho
achchhi si koi kitaab dekhun

nayaa saal divaar par Taang de
puraane baras kaa calendar giraa

aur baazaar se kyaa le jaaun
pahli baarish kaa mazaa le jaaun

donon ke dil mein khauf thaa maidaan-e-jang mein
donon kaa khauf faasla thaa darmiyaan kaa

us se bichhaDte vaqt main royaa thaa khub-saa
ye baat yaad aai to pahron hansaa kiyaa

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

dard mein lazzat bahut ashkon mein raanaai bahut
ai gham-e-hasti hamein duniyaa pasand aai bahut

Thahri thi ghizaa apni jo gham ishq-e-butaan mein
so aah hamaari hamein khuraak ne khaayaa

khaae so pachhtaae aur pachhtaae vo bhi jo na khaae
ye gham-e-ishq-e-butaan laDDu hai goyaa bor kaa