Main moam ki guriya thi...Jab tak moam ki trha thi tab tak her shaks jalata raha...moam phigh'lata raha ...Bina ye sochay k moam ki guriya k liye jal jal k moam se pighalne tak ka safar kitna ziat naak hota hoga...
Ab pather hon to tou her shaks moam he samajh k waar kerta hay aur jab thoker se choat lagti hay to durd se bilbila uthta hay...Gillah bhi kerta hay k PATHER HO TUM....
Kitna farq hay na Pagli moam ki guriya....
Jab moam phighle jal jal k to koi ahsaas bhi nahi kerta tha...Aur jab pather se choat lagy khudko to bilbila uthta hay...
Aziat to aziat hoti hay na...
Durd bhi durd hota hay na...
Zakhm bhi zakhm he hota hay na...
Kasak bhi kasak hoti hay na.....
Tou mera aur tera kyoon kertay hain log ...
Kyoon ahsaas nahi kertay...
Dukh aik se hotay hain na sub...
Chotay aur baray nahi hotey...
Dukh to dukh hotay hain ...
Fehmida Chaudhary
27th April 2015
Ab pather hon to tou her shaks moam he samajh k waar kerta hay aur jab thoker se choat lagti hay to durd se bilbila uthta hay...Gillah bhi kerta hay k PATHER HO TUM....
Kitna farq hay na Pagli moam ki guriya....
Jab moam phighle jal jal k to koi ahsaas bhi nahi kerta tha...Aur jab pather se choat lagy khudko to bilbila uthta hay...
Aziat to aziat hoti hay na...
Durd bhi durd hota hay na...
Zakhm bhi zakhm he hota hay na...
Kasak bhi kasak hoti hay na.....
Tou mera aur tera kyoon kertay hain log ...
Kyoon ahsaas nahi kertay...
Dukh aik se hotay hain na sub...
Chotay aur baray nahi hotey...
Dukh to dukh hotay hain ...
Fehmida Chaudhary
27th April 2015