rukh-e-raushan pe us ki gesu-e-shab-gun laTakte hain — 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

na bosa lene dete hain na lagte hain gale mere
abhi kam-umr hain har baat par mujh se jhijakte hain

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

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

shor din ko nahin sone detaa
shab ko sannaaTaa jagaa detaa hai

raat yuun dil mein tiri khoi hui yaad aai
jaise viraane mein chupke se bahaar aa jaae

us ko aanaa thaa ki vo mujh ko bulaataa thaa kahin
raat bhar baarish thi us kaa raat bhar paighaam thaa

har ek shaakh pe viraaniyaan musallat hain
badan-darakht bhi goyaa hai aashiyaan-e-shab

bahut hasin raat hai magar tum to so rahe ho
nikal ke kamre se ik nazar chaandni to dekho

'ghaalib' chhuTi sharaab par ab bhi kabhi kabhi
piitaa huun roz-e-abr o shab-e-maahtaab mein