KHayaban-e-danish-gah-e-mumbai se
yahan raj-path ke safar tak
hamesha mere zer-e-pa
shahrahen rahi hain
aala imaraat
sarsabz maidan
do-ruya qataron mein
ashjar-e-farhan
tamaddun ke ghammaz
be-misl naql-o-hamal ke zarae
tahaffuz ko jaan-baz
sar baz har gam aanhken bichhae
main ek bachcha-e-qarya-e-dur-uftada
lekin
mere baKHt mein aaj tak
pae-taKHti sukunat rahi hai
aur ab jis idare se wabastagi hai
wahan ain lazim hai bairun-e-kishwar
yun hi pae-taKHti sukunat mile
(yani mahfil mein uzlat mile)
wo KHush-baKHt o KHush-kaam hon
zindagi se shikayat
sarasar ghalat na-rawa hai
wo bar-haq hai haq jaanta hai
magar ye bhi haq hai
main ek aisa fan-para hun
jis ke fankar
is shahr ke kohna ghar mein makin hain
jahan wapsi ke meri aaj imkan nahin hain
main akasr
yahi sochta tha
sabhi kuchh mayassar hai
phir kyun KHala sa kahin hai
khula hijr-e-fankar se dil hazin hai
Nazm
KHala sa kahin hai
Shahram Sarmadi

