na bosa lene dete hain na lagte hain gale mere — Bhartendu Harishchandra

ye chaar din ke tamaashe hain aah duniyaa ke
rahaa jahaan mein sikandar na aur na jam baaqi

ai 'rasaa' jaisaa hai bargashta zamaana ham se
aisaa bargashta kisi kaa na muqaddar hogaa

baat karne mein jo lab us ke hue zer-o-zabar
ek saaat mein tah-o-baalaa zamaana ho gayaa

ye kah do bas maut se ho rukhsat kyuun naahaq aai hai us ki shaamat
ki dar talak vo masih-khaslat miri ayaadat ko aa chuke hain

qabr mein raahat se soe the na thaa mahshar kaa khauf
baaz aae ai masihaa ham tire eajaaz se

abhi to aae ho jaldi kahaan hai jaane ki
uTho na pahlu se Thahro zaraa kidhar ko chale

kam-umri mein sunet hain
mar jaate hain achchhe log

zindagi tu bhi hamein vaise hi ik roz guzaar
jis tarah ham tujhe barson se guzaare hue hain

main tujh se saath bhi to umar bhar kaa chaahtaa thaa
so ab tujh se gilaa bhi umar bhar kaa ho gayaa hai

bichhaDnaa bhi tumhaaraa jite-ji ki maut hai goyaa
use kyaa khaak lutf-e-zindagi jis se judaa tum ho

intizaar aur dastakon ke darmiyaan kaTti hai umr
itni aasaani se to baab-e-hunar khultaa nahin

zindagi sundar ghazal hai dosto
zindagi ko gungunaanaa chaahiye