Poet
pahuncha hai us ke paas ye aina tuut ke
kis se mila hai shisha-e-dil ham se phuut ke
husn-e-malih ka na kiya zakhmiyon ne shukr
ai kirdgar nikle namak phuut phuut ke
sar phod kar mue jo tire sang-e-dar se ham
rah rah gae hasin bhi mathon ko kuut ke
be-nur hone par bhi vahi josh-e-girya hai
ankhen hamari aur bahin phuut phuut ke
ai rashk-e-mah raat ko mutthi na kholna
mehndi ka chor haath se jaae na chhut ke
tadbir zahr dene ki hai paemalon ko
hiire lagae jaate hain pannon men boot ke
dil le ke palken phir gaiin zulfon ki aad men
ulti phiri ye fauj sar-e-sham luut ke
mauzun karenge vasf dikhao phaketiyan
jaane na paaen haath se mazmun chhut ke
dete hain mere samne ghairon ko kharpuze
bagh-e-jahan men aap hain mushtaq phuut ke
kanghi se zulf uljhi to dil tukde ho gaya
aine men ye baal pade tuut tuut ke
raftar men na kyuun ho chamak raqs-e-naz ki
zohra bhi hai sharik sitaron men luut ke
ai rashk-e-mah jo zohra-e-gardun ka bas chale
tode tumhare naach ke le jaae luut ke
naqd-e-hayat-o-jama-e-tan chhinti hai kyuun
ai maut kya karegi musafir ko luut ke
ambar ke badle mushk hai mauj-e-khiram men
zulfon ke baal mil gae fiite se luut ke
afshan jo chhuti aap ke mathe se raat ko
taare gire zamin par ai maah tuut ke
ro ro ke ruuh jism se kahti hai vaqt-e-naza
ai ghar milenge dekhiye kab tujh se chhut ke
mujh ko nahin pasand ye farmaish ai ‘munir’
kyuun jhuut bandhun qafiyon men tuut phuut ke
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