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abr-e-inqilab اَبر اِنقلاب




جو اِن جھُلَستی اُمّیدوں پَر آب خَلاس بَنکَر بَرسینگے

کِسی دِن تو فَلَک ظُلم پَر وَہ اَبر اِنقلاب چھاءیں گے



جو ظالِموں کے اِن کاذِب میناروں کو بَہا لے جاءییں گے

کِسی دِن تو وہ اشک مُلازِم ایک عظیم سیلاب بانیں گے



جو بیکَس سونیپَن کو بِکھراکَر صبَح کی ضوء لے آءییں گے

کیسی دِن تہ اُمّیدیں خاک سے اُٹھکَر آسماں کو چھوءییں گے


جو اِس دِیار خوار کو دولۃ و خَیر سے پھِر آباد کاریں گے

کِسی دِن تہ خُشِیوں کے وہ بیحِساب اوقات لَوٹ آءییں گے

جو مَحکوُموں کے سَپنوں کو جَمحوُریَۃ کا نام دِلاءییں گے
کِسی دِن تہ خانہ بَدوش رجاء کے نجم ٹِمٹِماءییں گے

Jo in jhulasti ummeedon par aab-e-khalaas bankar barsenge
Kisi din to falak-e-zulm par woh abr-e-inqilab chhaenge

Jo zaalimon ke in kaazib meenaron ko baha le jayenge
Kisi din to woh ashk-e-mulazim ek azeem sailaab banenge

Jo bekas soonepan ko bikhraakar subah ki zau le ayenge
Kisi din to woh ummeeden khaak se uthkar aasmaan ko chhooenge

Jo is diyaar-e-khwaar ko daulat-o-khair se phir aabaad karenge
Kisi din to khushiyon ke woh behisaab auqaat laut ayenge

Jo mehkoomon ke sapnon ko jamhooriyat ka naam dilaayenge
Kisi din to khaanehbadosh rajaa' ke najm timtimaayenge
Published in Amaravati Poetic Prism 2018

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