The Old Akhtar Musla Begs For A Visa To Kaba And Vish Khopda विषखोपड़ा Helps Him Poem by Ravi Kopra

The old Akhtar musla
frustrated, not getting his Paki visa
to visit Kaba before he takes
his last earthly breath
asked Allah in his morning dua:

Allah ji, muje kyon nahin milta visa
kya jurm kiya hai main ne
kaba ke chakar main laggana
chahta hoon marnay se pehlay.

Dekho na, maatha mera
jootay k chamday ki tarah
ho gaya hai zameen pe
ragaDtay ragaDtay hue

aur baal mere sir se
gir gayay hain dhuhaaee main
unay keenchtay keenchatay

aur chootar main ab dard hota hai
namaz k waqat jhuktay jhuktay huey
fir bhi abhi tak mera visa nahin aaya

Allah ne kaha: hey bud-magaz
tum asli arbi muslay nahin ho
jhoothay hindi muslay ho
tumhar paD-dada k paD-dada
sub hindu bhai thay jo ab rehtay hain
swarag main phooloN ki maala gardan main lagaey
pooja paath kartay hain, bhel poori khatay hain
mazay se araam kartay hain, gaanay gaatay hain
aur fir apni dharm patni k saat so jaatay hain

tum na to hindu ho, na hi musal maan ho
dhobi k kuttay ho, na ghar k na ghaat ke ho
mila ga nahin tumain koi visa-vusa
aur kabhi agar mil gaya bhi
to bund ho jayay ga tumharay liyay
jannat ka darwaaza

Achcha kaam to ye hai fir se hindu bun jaao
aur jaa pauncho dili main Vish KhopDa k dafter main
ek dum laga dega tere passport par visa ka dhabba
(magar us se pehlay maafi maang lena apnay behooda pan ki)
aur tum azzad ho jaao gay pakioN ki pabandi se
aur chalay jaana jahaN bhi chaho is jahan main
kaba ko, jannat ko, swarag ko. shiva k ling k temple ko
prantu zarror le jana apnay saath apni mauterma begum ko
us k siva kabhi bhi na poori hogi koi bhi tumhari dua...