farishte aa kar un ke jism par khushbu lagaate hain — Munawwar Rana

miTTi kaa badan kar diyaa miTTi ke havaale
miTTi ko kahin taaj-mahal mein nahin rakkhaa

ab aap ki marzi hai sambhaalein na sambhaalein
khushbu ki tarah aap ke rumaal mein ham hain

kisi ke zakhm par chaahat se paTTi kaun baandhegaa
agar bahnein nahin hongi to raakhi kaun baandhegaa

kuchh nahin hogaa to aanchal mein chhupaa legi mujhe
maan kabhi sar pe khuli chhat nahin rahne degi

kuchh bikhri hui yaadon ke qisse bhi bahut the
kuchh us ne bhi baalon ko khulaa chhoD diyaa thaa

ye soch ke maan baap ki khidmat mein lagaa huun
is peD kaa saayaa mire bachchon ko milegaa

har ek shaakh pe viraaniyaan musallat hain
badan-darakht bhi goyaa hai aashiyaan-e-shab

aisi duniyaa mein kab tak guzaaraa karein tum hi kah do ki kaise gavaaraa karein
raat mujh se miri bebasi ne kahaa bebasi ke liye ek taaza ghazal

shor din ko nahin sone detaa
shab ko sannaaTaa jagaa detaa hai

furqat ki shab khaamoshiyaan zakhmon ki phir angDaaiyaan
aankhein jab apni nam huiin bechaargi achchhi lagi

aaine se nazar churaate hain
jab se apnaa javaab dekhaa hai

tangi-e-haiat se Takraataa huaa josh-e-mavaad
shaaeri kaa lutf aa jaataa hai chhoTi bahr mein