virsa
āḳhir-kār meñDhā numūdār huā
ibrāhīm ko pata na thā ye farāham kiyā gayā
us bachche ke savāl ke javāb meñ
jaise jaise din guzre vo un kī tāqat banā
unhoñ ne apnī būḌhī nazreñ āsmān kī jānib kiiñ
jānte the unhoñ ne ḳhvāb meñ koī ḳhvāb nahīñ dekhā
ek farishta pahlū meñ khaḌā thā haath se un ke chāqū phisal paḌā
apne iqrār se najāt milī
bachche ne dekhā baap ruḳh phere khaḌe haiñ
is.hāq qurbān nahīñ hue hameñ mā'lūm hai
vo ka.ī baras shādmāñ ba-hayāt rahe
jab tak un kī bīnā.ī kho na ga.ī
lekin un kī zindagī kī vahī ek sā'at
un kī har nasl kā virsa hai
un kī āñkhoñ tale
ek ḳhanjar lahrātā hai
jab se vo paidā hue
aaKHir-kar meinDha numudar hua
ibrahim ko pata na tha ye faraham kiya gaya
us bachche ke sawal ke jawab mein
jaise jaise din guzre wo un ki taqat bana
unhon ne apni buDhi nazren aasman ki jaanib kin
jaante the unhon ne KHwab mein koi KHwab nahin dekha
ek farishta pahlu mein khaDa tha hath se un ke chaqu phisal paDa
apne iqrar se najat mili
bachche ne dekha bap ruKH phere khaDe hain
ishaq qurban nahin hue hamein ma'lum hai
wo kai baras shadman ba-hayat rahe
jab tak un ki binai kho na gai
lekin un ki zindagi ki wahi ek sa'at
un ki har nasl ka wirsa hai
un ki aankhon tale
ek KHanjar lahraata hai
jab se wo paida hue
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