Poetry 3

Usay Khone Se Darta Tha
Bohat Rone Se Darta Tha
Phir Ek Din Ye Samajh Aaya
Ke Roya Un Ko Jata Hai
Bichre Jo Muqaddar Se
Ke Khoya Unko Jata Hai
Jo Hasil Hon Muyassar Hon
Jo Danista Bichar Jaye
Usay Roya nahi Karte
Jisay Paaya Nahi Ab Tak
Usay Khoya Nahi Karte

Aaj To Mehfil e yaraan Pe Ho Maghroor Bohat

Jab Kabhi Toot Ke Bikhro Gay To Yaad Aaonga

Meri Khushbo Tumhe Kholegi Gulabon Ki Tarah

Tum Agar Khud Se Na Bolo Gay To Yaad Aaonga

Isi Andaz Mai Hote Thai Mukhatib Mujh Se

Khat Kisi Aur Ko Likhogay To Yaad Aaonga

Isi Judai Mai Tum Andar Se Bikhar Jaogay

Kisi Maazoor Ko Dekho Gay To Yaad Aaonga

Humne Khushiyun Ki Tarah Dukh Bhi Ikhattay Dekhe

Saf e Zeest Ko Palto Gay To yaad Aaonga

Tum Meri Ankh Ke Tewar Na Bhula Pao Gay

An Kahi Baat Ko Samjho Gay To Yaad Aaonga