Poori apni har khawish kar lun,
par woh andaz-e-mohabbat kahan se laungi!!
Sare dardo ko seh kar bhi,
woh ek chooti si musqurahat kaise paongi.....?
Apne ghamo ko chupa kar,
sabko khush kaise kar paonghi,
kya aisa naa hoga,k
ek deen ajiz aa jaungi?
Par ye tamam taqleefo ko seh kar bhi,
mere papa har pal khush hote h....
ye woh jazba hai zindagi ka,
Jise woh har pal khushmizazi se jeete hai.
Aur ye rozmarra ki zindagi, jisse har roz main khafa hoti hoon,
aksar ye bhi khubsurat hota hai uss roz,
Jis roz sath main mere papa ki hoti hoon...!
Yunn, apne aansuwon ko chupa kar,
mere aansuwon ko pucha karte hai,
aksar dekha hai maine unko,
meri kamiyon ko nikhar Kar hunar mein tabdil Kiya karte hai,
aur jahan tak Jana hai maine iss duniya ko,
Ye meri galtiyo par khafa huwa Karte hai,
Ke Dekha hai maine uss waqt mere papa ko,
Woh mere zakhmo se shifa ke liye duwa karte hai...
Khatir mere musqurahat ke,
Jane kitne martaba apni musqurahat ko girwi rakha karte hai,
Aur jahan ajiz aate hai log mere Bolne se,
Wahan meri khamoshi se mere papa dara karte hai.....!!
Aur ye koyi anjan shakhsiyat nhi,
Jise main sirf seeyahi(ink) se likh rahi hoon,
Ye woh jazzbat hai jise main dil ki gehrayi se likh rahi hoon...!!
Iram Ariba
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