Treasure Island

Mohsin Naqvi

(1955 - 15 January 1996 / Sadat, Punjab / Pakistan)

Zikr-e-shab-e-firaq se wahshat use bhi thi


zikr-e-shab-e-firaq se wahashat use bhi thi
meri tarah kisi se muhabbat use bhi thi

mujh ko bhi shauq tha naye chehron ki did ka
rasta badal k chalne ki adat use bhi thi

us rat der tak wo raha mahw-e-guftagu
masruf main bhi kam tha faragat use bhi thi

sunata tha wo bhi sab se purani kahaniyan
taza rafaqaton ki zarurat use bhi thi

mujh se bichar k shahar main ghul mil gaya wo shakhs
halanke shahar bhar se raqabat use bhi thi

wo mujh se barh k zabt ka adi tha ji gaya
warna har ek sans qayamat use bhi thi

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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