Apnee Eid

Khojati hai har taraf bechain yeh meri nigaahen,

aaj ho deedaar unkaa aur apni Eid ho.

Thaam dil baithaa kiye hain aaj bhi ham raah men,

woh nigaahen phir uthaa den aur apni jeet ho.

Dil ke kone men dafan hai raaze ulfat aaj bhi,

ham rahen khaamosh unse, preet ki yeh reet ho.

Woh kalaabaazi dikhaakar logon ko behalaataa hai.

chaar sikke bhi mile to jaise uski jeet ho.

Teen futiyaa chhotu phir chamkaa rahaa hai jootiyaan,

uske liye 'bachapan kaa saawan' jaise jhoothaa geet ho.

Ghoorati gehari nigaahen cheethron men jhaankti,

note ko thaame yun gudiyaa man men jyun bhaybheet ho.

Chund sikkon men kharreeden dil ki jo apne khushi,

maangtaa maasoom bachpan ghar men jisse eid ho

Apni wafaa ke dard men mai to khoyaa hi rahaa,

bhookh, laachaari, garibi ko to undekhaa kiyaa,

inke toote bachpanon ki taan jo mai jod doon,

bhookhi nangi zindagi ke raaston ko mod doon,

Aao milke zor se dhakkaa lagaa den waqt ko,

milke seenchen insaaniyat ke sookhe is darakht ko,

muskuraate bachpanon kaa phir hamen deedaar ho,

woh haseen ki naa sahi zindagi ki deed ho.

Laute bachpan ki deewaali aur apni Eid ho.