miTTi kharaab hai tire kuche mein varna ham — Anwar Dehlvi

pheinkiye kyuun mai-e-naaqis saaqi
shaikh-saahib ki ziyaafat hi sahi

na main samjhaa na aap aae kahin se
pasina pochhiye apni jabin se

kuchh khabar hoti to main apni khabar kyuun rakhtaa
ye bhi ik be-khabari thi ki khabar-daar rahaa

sharm bhi ik tarah ki chori hai
vo badan ko churaae baiThe hain

niind kaa kaam garche aanaa hai
meri aankhon mein par nahin aati

surat chhupaaiye kisi surat-parast se
ham dil mein naqsh aap ki tasvir kar chuke

tumhein fursat ho duniyaa se to ham se aa ke milnaa
hamaare paas fursat ke sivaa kyaa rah gayaa hai

shaahraahein dafatan shoale ugalne lag gaiin
ghar ki jaanib chal paDaa hai shahr gheraa kar tamaam

gham hai na ab khushi hai na ummid hai na yaas
sab se najaat paae zamaane guzar gae

zamaana mujh se judaa ho gayaa zamaana huaa
rahaa hai ab to bichhaDne ko mujh se tu baaqi

vo na aaegaa hamein maalum thaa is shaam bhi
intizaar us kaa magar kuchh soch kar karte rahe

pyaaso raho na dasht mein baarish ke muntazir
maaro zamin pe paanv ki paani nikal paDe