tez dhuup mein aai aisi lahar sardi ki — Qateel Shifai

abhi to baat karo ham se doston ki tarah
phir ikhtilaaf ke pahlu nikaalte rahnaa

aakhri hichki tire zaanun pe aae
maut bhi main shaairaana chaahtaa huun

apne haathon ki lakiron mein sajaa le mujh ko
main huun teraa tu nasib apnaa banaa le mujh ko

nikal kar dair-o-kaaba se agar miltaa na but-khaana
to Thukraae hue insaan khudaa jaane kahaan jaate

kyuun sharik-e-gham banaate ho kisi ko ai 'qatil'
apni suuli apne kaandhe par uThaao chup raho

ab jis ke ji mein aae vahi paae raushni
ham ne to dil jalaa ke sar-e-aam rakh diyaa

main baDaa ho gayaa huun magar bachpanaa
mere dil se kabhi bhi gayaa hi nahin

almaari mein tasvirein rakhtaa huun
ab bachpan aur buDhaapaa ek hue

maan khush hai ki aakhir bachche siikh gae hain khush rahnaa
bachche khush hain siikh gae hain dard chhupaanaa achchhe se

main agar khud ko maar Daalun to
kyaa bachegaa tiri kahaani mein

mire dil mein koi maasum bachcha
kisi se aaj tak ruThaa huaa hai

ashk-e-gham dida-e-pur-nam se sambhaale na gae
ye vo bachche hain jo maan baap se paale na gae