: ﻣﺤﺴﻦ ﻧﻘﻮﯼ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺟﮭﻮﭦ ﮨﮯ
ﻋﮩﺪٍ ﻭﻓﺎ ﺷﻐﻞ ﮨﮯ ﺑﮯ ﮐﺎﺭ ﻟﻮﮔﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ
ﻃﻠﺐ ﺳﻮﮐﮭﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﭘﺘﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺑﮯ ﺭﻭﻧﻖ ﺟﺰﯾﺮﮦ ﮨﮯ
ﺧﻠﺶ ﺩﯾﻤﮏ ﺯﺩﮦ ﺍﻭﺭﺍﻕ ﭘﺮ ﺑﻮﺳﯿﺪﮦ ﺳﻄﺮﻭﮞ ﮐﺎ
ﺫﺧﯿﺮﮦ ﮨﮯ
ﭼﻠﻮ ﭼﮭﻮﮌﻭ
ﮐﺐ ﺗﮏ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﻧﺪﮬﯿﺮﻭﮞ ﮐﯽ ﺩﮬﻤﮏ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺳﺎﻧﺴﻮﮞ
ﮐﯽ ﺿﺮﺑﻮﮞ ﭘﮧ
ﭼﺎﮨﺖ ﮐﮯ ﺑﻨﺎ ﺭﮐﮫ ﮐﺮ ﺳﻔﺮ ﮐﺮﺗﺎ ﺭﮨﻮﮞ ﮔﺎ
ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﮨﯽ ﮐﺐ ﺗﮭﺎ
ﮐﮧ ﺗﻢ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺎﺗﮫ ﭘﯿﺮﮨﻦ ﮐﮯ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺑﺪﻟﻮ ﮔﮯ
ﭼﻠﻮ ﭼﮭﻮﮌﻭ
ﻣﯿﺮﺍ ﮨﻮﻧﺎ ﻧﮧ ﮨﻮﻧﺎ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﮨﮯ
ﺗﻢ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺧﻞ ﻭ ﺧﻠﻮﺩ ﮐﻮ ﺁﺋﯿﻨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﮑﮭﺮﻧﮯ ﺩﻭ
ﺗﻢ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺁﻧﮑﮫ ﮐﯽ ﺑﺴﺘﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺳﮯ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻧﯿﺎ
ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﺍﺗﺎﺭ ﺩﻭ
ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﺑﮑﮭﺮﮮ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﻣﺮﻧﮯ ﺩﻭ
ﭘﮭﺮ ﻧﯿﺎ ﻣﮑﺘﻮﺏ ﻟﮑﮭﻮ
ﭘﮭﺮ ﻧﺌﮯ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ، ﻧﺌﮯ ﻟﻔﻈﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﺎ ﺳﻠﺴﻠﮧ ﺟﻮﮌﻭ
ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻣﺎﺿﯽ ﮐﯽ ﭼﺎﮨﺖ ﺭﺍﺋﯿﮕﺎﮞ ﺳﻤﺠﮭﻮ
ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﯾﺎﺩﻭﮞ ﮐﮯ ﮐﭽﮯ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﮯ ﺗﻮﮌﻭ
ﭼﻠﻮ ﭼﮭﻮﮌﻭ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺟﮭﻮﭨﯽ ﮨﮯ
ﻋﮩﺪٍ ﻭﻓﺎ ﺷﻐﻞ ﮨﮯ ﺑﯿﮑﺎﺭ ﻟﻮﮔﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ
~“She said, Never forget me
as if the coast
could forget the ocean
or the lung
could forget the breath
or the earth
could forget the sun,”~