Talib Khundmiri

(4 February 1938 - 16 January 2011 / Karnataka / India)

Talib Khundmiri Poems

1. Iblees Ka Atiraaf 4/10/2012
2. Ayenda Baras 4/10/2012
3. Dua-E-Siyah (Ghazal) 4/10/2012
4. Khatmalon Ki Faryaad (English) 4/10/2012

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  • Shabana Akhter (6/12/2013 4:54:00 PM)

    This is the Urdu version of Khatmaalo Ki Faryaad

    Khatmalon ki faryaad

    By Hz Talib Khundmiri Sahib!

    Ek din ek jonk se kuch khatmalon ne yeh kaha
    Dijiye khala hame bhi koi aisa mashwara
    ......
    Ab Bajaye khoon koi aur hi shaey pi sakein
    Admi se door rehkar ham Khushi se jee sakein

    Kyunki iss me khoon ab kam kam hi paya jaye hai
    Ab na choosa jaye hai isko na chaata jaye hai

    Iski sheeryanon me yu toh khoon milta hi nahi
    Mil bhi Jata hai toh iss me zayqa kuch bhi nahi

    Kaun jaane kya bala khane laga hai admi
    Kis milawat ki ghiza khane laga hai admi

    Hum Jo peete hain usey khoon maannaa bekaar hai
    Kyunki iska rang bhi pehchanna dushwaar hai

    Isme surqi se zyada hai safedi aajkal
    Khoon ki surat hogayi hai doodh ki si aajkal

    Ek zamana tha ke hamne khoon ke darya bhi piye
    Aaj Ghanton choostey hain ek khatre ke liye

    Kya kahein khala hamari pyaas bhujti hi nahi
    Isse pehle yeh girani khoon ki thi hi nahi

    Ab haseeno ki rago mein bhi ab lahu bakhi nahi
    Inki mehfilon mein bhi koi khoon bhara sakhi nahi

    Pehle Inka khoon hua karta tha manind sharab
    Yu mahekta tha rago me jaise gulshan me gulab

    Choostey hi inko apna bhi nikharta tha shabab
    Ek nayi karvat badalta tha badan me aztarab

    Booye khono se mast ho kar jhoomne lagte they hum
    Apni apni khatmaliyo ko choomne lagte they hum

    Hogaye hain aajkal woh naujawaan bhi badmazaa
    Jinki sheeryano mein behti thi kabhi joo-ye tila

    Jinka khoon peete hi aksar mauj me aate the hum
    Moo lagte hi jinhe sar-shar hojate they hum

    Ab unhi ko choos kar bimar padjate hai hum
    Sukh jatey hain, sukad jatey hain, sad jatey hain hum

    Ab kahan tak hum karein apne ghamo ka tazkera
    Kuch Dino pehle hamare saath aisa bhi hua

    Phoot Nikli thi hamare jism se gaanje ki boo
    Peeliyaa tha bhool kar humne Jo hippi ka lahoo

    Kya kahein kya kya balaa, kya khahar unke khoon me hai
    Tiktweenty se zyada zehar unke khoon me hai

    Apni sari chashni khone laga hai admi
    Haye! Kitna be-maza hone laga hai admi

    Sun chuki hai khatmalon ki dastani tishnagi
    Ek adaaye khoon chakaan se jonk yeh kehne lagi

    Aaj tak tune piya hai sirf janta ka lahu
    Ab Zara pi kar toh dekho ek neta ka lahu

    Ab toh mera bhi guzara hai inhi ke khoon par
    Kya bataoon mai ke isme zaiqa hai kis qadar

    Unka khoon pikar bahot maqmoor hojati hoon Mai
    Aam jonko ke ghamo se door ho jati hoon Mai

    Mu lagte hi unhe chalaak hojati hoon Mai
    Be-zarurat hi sahi be-bak hojati hoon mai

    Unki har shiryaan hoti hai khazana khoon ka
    Ek ek neta hai goya karkhana khoon ka

    Kis qadar Khush zaiqa hota hai un sab ka lahu
    Bhooki janta ka lahu bhi kuch lahu hai, aakh! Thoo!

    Ek bhi khatrra kisi Neta ka Jo paa jayega
    Usko janta ke lahu ka bhi maza aajayega! !

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Khatmalon Ki Faryaad (English)

One day some bugs asked a leech
Aunty what alternative do you suggest
So that instead of blood we could have something else
That would keep us away from the humans
Because now very less blood flows in his veins
Neither can we suck nor lick
We can hardly find any blood in them
Even if it is, it is so tasteless
Who knows what man has begun to eat
What adulterated food is he taking
What we drink cannot be called blood
Because, we can't make out even its color
It's rather white than red
It is more like milk than blood

There was a time we drank ...

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