Remembering Parveen Shakir



Dua ka toota hua harf sard aah mein hai 
Teri judayi ka manzar abhi nigah mein hai 

Tere badalne ke bawasf tujhko chaha hai 
Yeh aitraaf bhi shamil mere gunah mein hai 

Azaab dega toh phir mujhko khwab bhi dega 
Mein mutmaeen hoon mera dil teri panah mein hai 

Jise bahar ke mehman khali chodh gaye 
Wo ek makan abhi tak makiin ki chah mein hai 

Yahi woh din the jab ek dosre ko paya tha 
Hamari salgirah theek ab ke maah mein hai 
Mein bach bhi jaoon toh tanhayi maar daalegi 
Mera qabila ka har fard, Qatl gaah mein hai

Remembering Parveen shakir on her birthday.

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