Wounds

Vo zakhm chun ke mire khaar mujh mein chhod gaya Ki us ko shauq tha be-intiha gulabon ka...

ek main hoon ki is aashob-e-nawa mein chup hoon warna duniya mire zakhmon ki zaban bolti hai...

kabhi jo zahmat-e-kar-e-rafu nahin karta hamare zakhm usi charagar ke naam tamam...

dekhne wala koi mile to dil ke dagh dikhaun ye nagri andhon ki nagri kis ko kya samjhaun...

haal-e-gham kah ke gham badha baithe teer maare the teer kha baithe...

jaati hai dhoop ujle paron ko samet ke zakhmon ko ab ginoonga main bistar pe let ke...

log dete rahe kya kya na dilase mujh ko zakhm gahra hi sahi zakhm hai bhar jayega...

kitne hi zakhm hain mire ik zakhm mein chhupe kitne hi teer aane lage ik nishan par...

rote hain dil ke zakhm to hansta nahin koi itna to faida mujhe tanhaiyon se hai...