Mery haalaat ki abtari dekh kar . .
Us k abbu ne thukra diya tha mujhy . .
Phir achanak wo ik anjuman mein mili . .
Apni khamosh palkain jhukaye huay . .
Wo mery pas aa kar kharri ho gai . .
Chand lamho’n talak khanjar-e-khamoshi ..
Dheeray dheeray kalaij’on mein chalta raha. .
Waqt hairan aankho’n ko malta raha. .
Phir zara daair mein mozu-e-guftugu. .
Apny hath aa gaya. .
Yani mosam, siyasat, ghum-e-zidagi. .
Dair tak us se jee bhar k baatain hui’n. .
Phir wo chaltay huay aik pal ko ruki . .
Mujh se kehny lagi:
Shayari se bhala kia mila aap ko?
Sirf palko’n ka num?
Sirf yaado’n ka ghum?
Aap ki shohratain, aap ko besh-o-kam . .
Kuch na de gi kabhi shayari mohtaram. . !
Mat bura maniye ga meri baat ka. .
Ye taqaza hai mojooda haalaat ka. .
Is liye jan-e-man shayari chorr kar. .
Fann k in raigzaaro’n se munh morr kar. .
Ab Dubai aur Musqat ka rukh kejiye. .
Chand barso’n mein jab aap ki jaib mein. .
Aath dus laakh ho’n. .
Tab watan aaiye. .
Aur abu se phir maang lejiye mujhy. !
S@DI@
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