Ek Pahad Ki Dastaan- A Poem In Urdu Poem by Om Chawla

Hazaron barson se
Badalte yugon ko main
Yun hi dekh rha hun.
Ek yug thha jab meri dono taraf
Log ek hi tehzeeb mein dhaley thhay
Ek hi mazhab thha unka
Wahi devi devta thhay unke
Wahi pooja ka tareqa
Wahi mandir aur unmein goonjte shankh
Aur ghadiyalon ki dilkash awaaz
Subah saverey mujh se takrati
Aur ek sarsarahat si daud jaati mujh mein
Halaki main to pathhar hi thha.

Do hazar baras se bhi pahle
Yunan ka mahan youdha Sikander
Duniya ko fateh karne ka sapan liyay
Yahan se guzra
Porus ko usne haraya
Par mauryon se ghabraya
Aur loat gaya apne pashchhmi desh ko
Jidhar se thha woh ayaa.
Usi yug mein
Baodh dharam ki dhara,
Ahimsa ka sandesh liyay
Meri hi rah se hokar,
Phail gaie pashchim ki ghatti mein
Aur logaon ki nai chhetna
Vyakt hui Bamiyan ki murtieon mein,
Aur main, pathhron ka but, ek pahad
Apna sar uthhaiey dekhta rha
Sarahata rha.

Phir janma ik naya mazhab
Murti pooja ka virodhi
Ik aandhi ban kar umda,
Mere pashchim mein;
Aakramik taver apnaye
Murti pooja karne walon ko
Kafir usne thhehraya
Aur murti pooja rahit samaj ki khatir
Meri pashchmi ghatti mein
Nar-singhar hua Hinduon ka
Jiske chalte mera naam bhi bigda
Pariyatra Parvat ki bajaey,
Hinduon ko marne wala,
Hindu Kush main kehlaya:
Aur main
Pathhron ka ek pahad
Butt bana dekhta rha,
Sharam se apna sar bhi jhuka na saka.

Phir shuru hua silsila
Qatl-o-gharat ka
Jiske chaltey
Insaniyat sharminda hoti rahi
Nahien nahien
Insaniyat to mar hi gaie.
Raham ka naam-o-nishan mit gaya.
Meri dono taraf wadieon mein
Sar kat-te rahe
Cheekhien goonjti rahien
Lahoo behtey rahe,
Zameen surkh hoti rahi,
Main kuchh na kar saka
Main to pathhar hi thha
Phir bhi meri aankhien
Pighalti baraf se nam hoti rahien.
Qatl-o-gharat ka yeh mazhabi farman
Main na rok saka
Main to pathhar hi thha
Be-bas aur lachhar dekhta raha
Kis tarah daku aur looterey
Is jahalat bhari muheem se
judtey gaiyey
Muhazab insaan kat-te rahe
Unki beevieon ki azmat lut-ti rahi
Bahnien betiean aghwa hoti rahien;
Mandir fana hotey rahe
Devtaon ki sone chhandi ki murtien
Toot-ti rahien, lut-ti rahien
Par masjidon se aazaan uth-ti rahi
Hazaar barson tak
Ik tehzeeb dabti rahi
Zakhm-doz hoti rahi
Lahoo rista raha uske zakhmon se,
Aur main maon khada dekhta rha,
Ek pathhron ka anbaar
Main aur kar hi kya sakta thha
Aur mere ird gird
Dhad kati khopdiyon ke minare
Ik vahshiana samaj ka parcham baney
Ubhartey rahey, bikhartey rahey,
Aur mere aas paas
Sar katey dhad
Jinhein chhita bhi naseeb ho na saki
Galtey sadtey rahey
Par main be-bas khada
Kuchh bhi kar na saka
Main to pathhar thha.