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ना उड़ सके न गिर सके

ज़िन्दगी जो मिली ज़रा हमें, ना जी सके ना मर सके,
पनपते मुर्झाते ख़्वाब यह बुनते, ना उड़ सके न गिर सके|

सोचा थी कि दौड़ लगाएँगे साहिल को मन्ज़िल बनाकर हम,
पर थम गए पहुँचते पहुँचते, ना उड़ सके न गिर सके|

ख़्वाबिदा महल जो बनाते फिरते थे अब्र-ए-बहार में हम,
बस रह गए ग़म परखते चुनते, ना उड़ सके न गिर सके|

कभी तरक्की से रिन्दा ख़ुद को जाविदा समझते थे हम,
अब कारागाह की दीवार खरोंचते, ना उड़ सके न गिर सके|

ना राह क़बूल ना गाह क़बूल, फिरते रहे 'ख़ाना बदोश' हम,
मुनतज़िर मौत की आवाज़ सुनते, ना उड़ सके न गिर सके|


زندگی جو ملی زرہ ہمےں ، نا جی سکے نا مر سکے ،
پنپتے مرجھاتے خواب یہ بُنتے ، نا اُڑ سکے نا گر سکے ۔


سوچا تھا دوڑ لگائنگے ساھل کو منزل بناکر ہم ،
پر تھم گئے پہنچتے پہھنچتے ، نا اُڑ سکے نا گر سکے ۔

خوابدآ محل جو بناتے پھرتے تھے ابر ی بحار مےں ہم ،
بس رہ گئے غم پرکھتے چنتے ، نا اُڑ سکے نا گر سکے ۔

کبھی ترقّی سے رندہ خد کو جاودا سمجھتے تھے ہم ،
اب کاراگاہ کی دیوار کھرونچتے ، نا اُڑ سکے نا گر سکے ۔

نا راہ قبوُل نا گاہ قبوُل ، پھرتے رہے خانا بدوش ہم
منتظر موت کی آواز سنتے ، نا اُڑ سکے نا گر سکے ۔ا

Comments

Max Babi said…
Wow, Raamesh, this is far better than the get-a-squint-in-your-eye exercise at FB. Far far better...
Couldn't see a single nit to pick, your Urdu spellings seem pretty good, and there is a maturity in your writing that astonishes me.
Cheerz!

Max
Ozymandias said…
Thank you so much, Max. As for the maturity, I think it comes from following that old saying: be a companion to the wise, and you will be wise yourself. Sangat ka asar hai, as they say in Hindustani!

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