Aaina mujse meri pehli si surat mange

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Aaina mujse meri pehli si surat mange

Mere apne meri hone ki nishani mange


Mein bhatakata hi raha dard ke viraane mein

Waqt likhta raha chere pe har pal ka hishab



Meri shorat meri diwangi ki nazar hui

Pi gayi may ki bolte meri geeto ki kitab


Aaj lauta hoon tu hasne ki ada bhool gaya

Yeh shahar bhoola muje mein bhi ishe bhool gaya


Mera fan phir muje bazaar mein le aaya hai


Yeh vo jagah ke jahan mero vafa bikate hain

Baap bikate hain aur lakhte jigar bikate hain

Kookh bikati hain dil bikate hain sar bikate hain


Is badalti hui duniya ka khuda koi nahin

Saste daamo pe yahan roz khuda bikate hain

Har kharidaar ko bazaar mein bikataa paya

Hum kya paayenge kisi ne yahaan kya paayaa

Mere aheshas mere phool kahin aur chale

Bol pujaa meri bachi kahin aur chale aur chale

Aaina mujse meri pehli si surat mange

[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

Verynice