Ibn-e-Insha

15 June 1927 - 11 January 1978 / Phillaur, Punjab / British India

Dil hijr k dard se bojhal hai, ab aan milo to behter ho

Dil hijr k dard se bojhal hai, ab aan milo to behter hai,
Is baat se hum ko kya matlab, yeh kaise ho yeh kyun kar ho?

Ik bheek k donon kaasay hain, ek pyaas k donon pyaase hai,
Hum khaiti hain, tum baadal ho, hum nadiya hain tum saagar ho!

Yeh dil hai k jalte seene mein, ik dard ka phora alhar sa,
Na gupt rahe na phoot bahe, koi marham ho koi nishtar hai,

Hum saanjh samay ki chhaya hain, tum charhti raat k chandar maan
Hum jaate hain, tum aate ho, phir mail ki soorat kyun kar ho!

Ab husn ka rutba aali hai, ab husn se sehra khaali hai,
Chal basti mein banjaara ban, chal nagri mein saudagar ho,

Jis cheez ki tujh ko nisbat hai, jis cheez ki tujh ko chahat hai,
Woh sona hai woh heera hai, woh maati ho ya kankar ho,

Ab Insha ji ko bulana kya, ab pyar k deep jalana kya
Jab dhoop aur chhaya ek se hon, jab din aur raat barabar ho,

Woh raaten chaand k saath gayin, woh baatein chaand k saath gayin,
Ab sukh k sapne kya dekhein, jab dukh ka sooraj sar par ho…
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