Arz kiya hai…
Ye kafan, ye qabar, ye janaaze — ye sab to bas rasme-shariyat hain, Zulfi,
Asli maut to tab hoti hai, jab yaad karne wala ek bhi chehra na rahe…
Jab ghar bhar log ho lekin dil se apna lagne wala na ho,
Jab muskurahat me bhi tanhai ki saaye sirf tum par ghoome…
Janazon ki bheed to har waqt chalti hai,
Lekin zindagi ke dard par, kaun saath nibhata hai?
Kabhi kabhi maut bhi aasaan lagti hai,
Jab saans chal rahi ho par jeene ki wajah kho jaaye…
Dil ke andar ik hissa rota hai, ek hissa chup ho jaata hai,
Aur ek hissa raat ke sannate me cheekhta hai: “Zulfi, koi to yaad rakhe…”
Zindagi me chalna to sabko aata hai,
Par saath chalna sirf kismat walon ko milta hai…
Iss mehfil-e-duniya me log to bohot milte hain,
Magar dil se samajhne wala, bas ek hi aadmi kaafi hota hai…
Kafan se lipta jism to bas ek rasm ka hissa hai,
Par yaadon se lipta insaan, umar bhar tanhai ka bojh uthata hai…
Qabar ki mitti to ek din sookh jaati hai,
Par dil ki mitti me daale gaye ghaav, saalon tak geele rehte hain…
Zinda rehne ka matlab sirf saans chalna nahi hota,
Zinda rehne ka matlab hai, kisi ke liye zaroori rehna,
Kisi ke liye yaad rehna, kisi ke liye duaon me zikar hona…
Aur jab insaan ki zindagi se ye sab chhin jaaye,
To yakeen jaane, maut bhi us par reham kar deti hai…
Sher O Shayeri 