itne fareb khaae hain qurbat mein yaar ki — Mohammad Daood Mohsin

kaun apnaa hai yahaan kaun paraayaa kahiye
kaun detaa hai bhalaa dukh mein sahaaraa kahiye

main chaahtaa huun tumhein apni zindagi ki tarah
mire vajud pe chhaa jaao chaandni ki tarah

har ek shaam sanvar jaaegi miri 'mohsin'
har ek baat tumhaari hai shaairi ki tarah

afsaana dard-o-gham kaa sunaayaa na jaaegaa
ab zakhm-e-dil kisi ko dikhaayaa na jaaegaa

nahin hai paas kisi kaa kisi ko ai 'mohsin'
ki aazmaa ki unhein baar baar dekhaa hai

zindagi TuuT ke bikhri hai sar-e-raah abhi
haadisa kahiye ise yaa ki tamaashaa kahiye

bil-aakhir thak haar ke yaaro ham ne bhi taslim kiyaa
apni zaat se ishq hai sachchaa baaqi sab afsaane hain

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

kaabe ko jaataa kis liye hindostaan se main
kis but mein shahr-e-hind ke shaan-e-khudaa na thi

dekhe na mujhe kyunkar az-chashm-e-hiqaarat-u
vo sarv-e-javaan yaaro man-faakhta-e-piram

khudaa ke haath mein mat saunp saare kaamon ko
badalte vaqt pe kuchh apnaa ikhtiyaar bhi rakh

baat karnaa pyaar ki aasaan se aasaan hai
ishq karnaa karte rahnaa hai kaThin se bhi kaThin