Treasure Island

Iftikhar Arif

(21 March 1943 / Lucknow / British India)

Zara si der ko aye the khwab ankhon main


zara si der ko aye the khwab ankhon mein
phir us k bad musalsal azab ankhon mein

wo jis k nam ki nisbat se raushan tha wujud
khatak raha hai wahi aftab ankhon mein

jinhen mata-e-dil-o-jan samajh rahe the ham
wo aine bhi hue behijab ankhon mein

ajab tarah ka hai mausam k khak urti hai
wo din bhi the k khile the gulab ankhon mein

mere gazal teri wahshaton ki khair ki hai
bahut dinon se bahut iztarab ankhon mein

na jane kaisi qayamat ka peshkhema hai
ye uljhane teri be-intasab ankhon mein

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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