Abid Ali Abid

(17 September 1906 - 20 January 1971. / Dera Ismail Khan / British India)

Chaa.Nd sitaaro.n se kyaa puchhuu.N kab din mere phirate hai.n - Poem by Abid Ali Abid

chaa.Nd sitaaro.n se kyaa puchhuu.N kab din mere phirate hai.n
vo to bechaare Khud hai.n bhikaarii Dere Dere phirate hai.n

jin galiyo.n me.n ham ne sukh kii sej pe raate.n kaaTii thii.n
un galiyo.n me.n vyaakul hokar saa.Njh savere phirate hai.n

ruup-saruup kii jot jagaanaa is nagarii me.n jokhim hai
chaaro.n khuu.NT baguule ban kar ghor andhere phirate hai.n

jin ke shaam-badan saaye me.n meraa man sustaayaa thaa
ab tak aa.Nkho.n ke aage vo baal ghanere phirate hai.n

ko_ii hame.n bhii ye samajhaa do un par dil kyo.n riijh gayaa
tiikhii chitavan baa.Nkii chhab vaale bahutere phirate hai.n

is nagarii me.n baaG aur ban kii yaaro liilaa nyaarii hai
panchii apane sar pe uThaakar apane basere phirate hai.n

log to daaman sii lete hai.n jaise ho jii lete hai.n
'Abid' ham diivaane hai.n jo baal bikhere phirate hai.n


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012


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