Arz Kiya hai…
Mumkeen ho to mera bhi khayal rakhna,
Log khanda badal dete, apne gireh kirdaar ke hisaab se.
Har shakhs apni surat me do rang basaata hai,
Zarurat ke samne asli rooh chhupata hai, khud se door rahta hai.
Apni khataen chhupata hai, doosron ko tukde tukde karta hai,
Aur khud ki khamoshi ko haqeeqat ka parcha samajhta hai.
Jitna dikhata hai mohabbat, utna hi chhupata hai dard,
Aur jab fayda na ho, to log sab kuch badal dete apne hisaab se.
Har ungli dusron par uthti hai, teen ungliyan khud ki taraf,
Ye insani fitrat ka paigham hai—apni rooh se door rehna aasaan lagta hai.
Zulfi kehte hain, insaan aksar aaina tod deta hai,
Sirf is liye ke asli surat samne na aaye, aur khud ko raaz rakhe.
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Wo shakhs jo dosron ko nicha dikhata hai,
Khud ki asli surat se kabhi nahi milta.
Har mask pehne, har lafz ka hisaab lagaye,
Aur apni khud ki galtiyon se bhaag jaata hai.
Jab mooh uthata hai, toh bolta hai sirf sach,
Par us sach ke peeche bhi chhupa ek aur sach hota hai,
Jise samajhne ki himmat aksar kisi me nahi hoti.
Har faisla ek paheli, har muskurahat ek raaz,
Aur har ilzaam bas apni khud ki zimmedari se bhaag ka nateeja hai.
Teen ungliyon ka khel aur gireh kirdaar ka saaya,
Insaan ko aksar sach ke samne akela chhod dete hain.
Mumkeen ho to mera bhi khayal rakhna,
Par duniya me aksar har shakhs apne faisle aur gireh kirdaar ke hisaab se chalta hai.
Aur jo samajh jaye is safar ko, wo paata hai ek sukoon,
Ke khud se sach ka rishta hi insaan ko asal insaniyat ka raasta dikhata hai.