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Apne maazi se jo virsay main mile hain hum ko By Iqbal Azeem

Apne maazi se jo virsay main mile hain hum ko

In asoolon ki tijarat nahin hogi hum se

Ehd-e-Hazir ki her ik baat humain dil se qabool

Sirf toheen-eriwayat nahin hogi hum se

Jhoot bhi bolain, sadaqat ke payambar bhi banain

Hum ko bakhsho, ye siyasat nahin hogi hum se

Zakhm bhi khayen, raqebon ko duain bhi dain

Itni makhdosh sharafat nahin hogi hum se

Surkh pathar ke sanam hon ke woh pathar ke sanam

But kadon main to ibadat nahin hogi hum se

Hai ita’at ke liye apna faqat aik khuda

Na-khudaon ki ita’at nahin hogi hum se

Gher mashroot rafaqat ke tarafdar hain hum

Shart ke saath rafaqat nahin hogi hum se

Fikr-o-Izhaar main hum hukm ke paband nahin

Shayari hasb-e-hidayat nahin hogi hum se

Sirf ye batain agar aap gawara karen

Aap ko koi shikayat nahin hogi hum se

PEGHAM-E-IQBAL By Iqbal Azeem

Apne Markaz Se Agar Duur Nikal Jao Ge
Khwaab Ho Jao Ge, Afsano Mein Dhal Jao Ge

Ab to chehron ke khad-o-khal bhi pehle se nahin
Kis ko maloom tha tum itne badal jao ge

Apne parcham ka kahin rang bhula mat dena
Surkh sholon se jo khelo ge to jal jao ge

De rahe hain tumhain to log rafaqat ka fareb
In ki tareekh parho ge to dehal jao ge

Apni Mitti Pe Hi Chalny Ka Saleeqa Seekho
Sang-e-Mar.Mar Pe Chalo Ge Tou Phisal Jao Ge

Khwabgahon se nikalte hue dartay kyon ho
Dhoop itni to nahin hai ke pighal jao ge

Taiz Qadmon Se Chalo Aur Tasadam Se Bacho
Bheer Mein Sust Chalo Ge To Kuchal Jao Ge

Humsafar Dhoondo Na Rahbar Ka Sahara Chaho
Thokarain Khao Ge To Khud Hi Sambhal Jao Ge

Tum Ho Ek Zinda Jawed Riwayat ke Chiraagh
Tum Koi Shaam Ka Suraj Ho ke Dhal Jao Ge

Subh sadik mujhe matloob hai kis se mangon
Tum to bholay ho, chraghon se behal jao ge

Woh bhi kya log the aasan thi rahen jin ki

Band aankhen kiye ik simt chale jate thay

Aql-o-dil Khawab-o-haqiqat ki na uljhan na khalish

Mukhtalif jalway nigahon ko na behlatay thay

Ishq sadaa bhi tha be-khud bhi junoon-peesha bhi

Husn ko apni adaon pe hijaab aata tha

Phool khilte thay to phoolon main nasha hota tha

Raat dhalti thi to sheeshon pe shabab aata tha

Chandni kaif-asar rooh-afza hoti thi

Abr aata tha to bad-mast bhi ho jatay thay

Din men shorish bhi hua karti thi hangamay bhi

Raat ki gaud men munh dhaanp ke so jatay thay

Narm rau waqt ke dhaaray pe safinay thay ravaan

Sahil-o-bahar ke aen na badalte thay kabhi

Nakhuda-oon pe bharosa tha muqadar pe yaqeen

Chadar-e-aab se toofan na ubalte thay kabhi

Hum ke toofanon ke paalay bhi, sataye bhi hain

Barq-o-baaran main wohi shamain jalayen kaise

Ye jo aatish-kada duniya men bharaak utha hai

Aansuon se usay her baar bujhayen kaise

kar diya barq-o-bukharut ne mehshar barpa

apne daftar main litafat ke siwa kuch bhi nahin

ghir gaye waqt ki berham kasha-kash main magar

paas tehzeeb ki daulat ke siwa kuch bhi nahin

Yeh andhera ye talatum ye hawaon ka kharosh

Is men taaron ki subuk narm ziya kya karti?

Talkhi-e-zeest se karwa hua aashiq ka mizaj

Nigah-e-yaar ki masoom aada kya karti

Safar aasan tha to manzil bhi bari roshan thi

Aaj kis darja pur-asrar hain rahen apni

Kitni par-chaiyaan aati hain tajali ban kar

Kitne jalwon se ulajhti hain nigahen apni

(By Aale Ahmed Saroor)

Ab yeh sochon tu bhanwar zehen mein par jatay hain

Kaise chehray hain jo miltay hee bichar jatay hain

 

Kyon tere dard ko dain tohmat e viraani e dil ?

Zalzalon mein tu bharay shehar ujar jatay hain

 

Mosam-e-zard mein ik dil ko bachaoon kaisay ?

Aise ruut main to ghanay pair bhi jhar jatay hain

 

Ab koi kya mairay qadmon ke nishaan dhonday ga

Tez aandhi main tu khaimay bhi ukhar jatay hain

 

Shughal-e-arbaab-e-hunar poochtay kaya ho? keh ye log

Patharon mein bhi kabhi aainay jar jatay hain

 

Soch ka aaina dhundla ho tu phir waqt ke saath

Chand chehron ke khad-o-khaal bigar jatay hain

 

Shidat-e-gham main bhi zinda hon to hairat kaisee ?

Kuch diye tund hawaon say bhi lar jatay hain

 

Woh bhi kya log hain “Mohsin” jo wafa ke khatir!

Khud tarasheeda asoolon pe bhi aar jatay hain!!

(By Mohsin Naqvi)

Revolutionary Poem

Imperious despot, insolent in strife
Lover of ruin, enemy of life!
You mock the anguish of an impotent land
Whose people’s blood has stained your tyrant hand,
And desecrate the magic of this earth,
sowing your thorns, to bring despair to birth
(By Abul Qasim al-Shabi)

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