Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

mere dard


Ye zindagi mili bhi to mili kaisi
Maut bhi kyon fusla rahi hai
Ankhon men base hazar sapne
Arzoo jo mujh men jaga rahi hai//

Khuda se na ummid nahi, apno se koyee ummid nahin
Is duniyaa ki haqeeqat-e- dastoor se, main mayus nahi//

Nafraton ki basti men, pyar ka talabgaar hun
Ai gunahon ke devta, main tera gunahgaar hun//

Beimano ke juban se imandari ki katha suniye
Kaise kaur lootii jay, jara inki wyatha suniye//

Julm ho aur juban na khule
Ansuo se dil na dhule
Ye kaisi insaniyat hai
Juban men misri na ghule//

Jidhar dekho dhuwa hai
Andhera hai
Bechaini hai
Afra tafri hai
Tapish hai
Shayad aag ander hi ander sulag rahi hai
Jwala mukhi fatne ko taiyyar hai//

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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