Wo raat ka lamha aisa tha, ke subah na hoti to behtar tha,
Meri maa ki halki saansen, jaise waqt ka rukna muqarrar tha.
Dil ki dhadkan tez thi, aur tabiyat ka rang pheeka sa ho raha tha,
Gharwale ghabra kar daud pade, har qadam me dua bhi thi aur khauf bhi tha.
Safed deewaron ke darmiyan, haspataal me umeed bhi thi aur ghum bhi,
Doctor koshish karte rahe, magar aakhir keh gaye — “ab kuch mumkin nahi”.
Main bhaagta hua pohcha, par qismat mujhse ek kadam pehle hi guzar chuki thi,
Jis lamhe rooh jism se nikli, us lamhe meri duniya bhi thami-thami si thi.
Gharwale samjhate rahe, “Zulfikar, sabr karo”, par main to andar se bikhar raha tha,
Aansu rukte hi nahi the, dard har saans me ulajh ulajh kar ubhar raha tha.
Maa ki khushboo, maa ki dua, maa ki muskurahat sab aankhon me tair rahi thi,
Lagta tha jaise meri rooh ka aadha hissa unke saath hi uth gaya tha.
Phir maine sar uthakar pukara — Ai mere pyare Allah,
Meri maa teri amanat thi, aaj wapas teri panah me jaa rahi thi.
Tu to sattar maaon se zyada shafiq hai, uske liye apni rehmat ka dar khol de,
Jannatul-Firdaus me unhe aala maqam de, unki qabr ko apne noor se roshan kar de.
Aur mujhe itna sabr de, ke maa ki yaadon se meri zindagi ka safar aasan ho jaaye,
Main har dua me unka naam le kar, unke liye rehmaton ki baarish mangta jaaun.
Sher O Shayeri 