Manzil jisko na mile, use safar ka lutf bhi hasil nahin hai,
Shamil na hone ka gum rakhta nahi yeh dil,
Chubhta hai nasoor ban ke zakhm jo raaton mein ruk ruk kar,
Woh hai tab jab tanhayee mein parchayee koi shamil nahi hai .
Allah gar kisi ko rishte bakkshe, to dua hai un rishton ki zindagi bhi bakshein,
Rishton ko phoolon ki chaadar dene ka dum koi rooh nahi rakhti .
Andhere mein jo aansoo nazar aate hain, roshni mein woh kahin gum se ho jaate hain,
Itemaad to us lamhe ka bhi nahi jo khud ko gavara ho, bas us andhere se bacha karte hain .
Baat yeh ke aisa ehsaas kya alag hai iska jo pehle kisi ne hasil na kiya
Bas yun hi jumle likh dene se koi shayari ke talib-e-ilm hone ka daava to na kare.
Shamil na hone ka gum rakhta nahi yeh dil,
Chubhta hai nasoor ban ke zakhm jo raaton mein ruk ruk kar,
Woh hai tab jab tanhayee mein parchayee koi shamil nahi hai .
Allah gar kisi ko rishte bakkshe, to dua hai un rishton ki zindagi bhi bakshein,
Rishton ko phoolon ki chaadar dene ka dum koi rooh nahi rakhti .
Andhere mein jo aansoo nazar aate hain, roshni mein woh kahin gum se ho jaate hain,
Itemaad to us lamhe ka bhi nahi jo khud ko gavara ho, bas us andhere se bacha karte hain .
Baat yeh ke aisa ehsaas kya alag hai iska jo pehle kisi ne hasil na kiya
Bas yun hi jumle likh dene se koi shayari ke talib-e-ilm hone ka daava to na kare.
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