Kon aney wala hy

ہر چمکتی قربت میں اک فاصلہ دیکھوں 
کون انے والا ہے کس کا راستہ دیکھوں 

شام کا دھندہلکا ہے یا اداس مامتا  ہے 
بھولی بسری یادوں سے پھوٹ تی دعا  دیکھوں 

لہر لہر پانی میں ڈوبتا   ہوا سورج 
کون مجھ میں در آیا اٹھ کے آئینہ  دیکھوں 

لہلہاتے موسم میں تیرا ذکر شادابی 
شاخ شاخ پہ  تیرے نام کو ہرا  دیکھوں


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