Mujrim

yahi rasta meri manzil ki taraf jata hai
jis ke footpath faqiron se aTe rahte hain

KHasta kapDon mein ye lipTe hue mariyal Dhanche
ye bhikari ki jinhen dekh ke ghin aati hai

haDDiyan jism ki nikli hui pichke hue gal
maile sar mein juen, aaza se Tapakta hua koDh

ruh bimar, badan sust, nigahen pamal
hath phailae paDe rahte hain rogi insan

chand bewaon ke madquq se pile chehre
kuchh hawas-kar nigahon mein utar jate hain

jin ke aflas-zada jism, Dhalakte sine
chand sikkon ke ewaz shab ko bika karte hain

shiddat-e-faqa se rote hue nanhe bachche
ek roTi ke niwale se bahal jate hain

ya sar-e-sham hi so jate hain bhuke pyase
man ki sukhi hui chhati ko daba kar munh mein

chand bad-zeb se shohrat-zada insan aksar
apni daulat o saKHawat ki numaish ke liye

ya kabhi rahm ke jazbe se hararat pa kar
chaar chhe paise unhen baKHsh diya karte hain

kya faqat rahm ki haqdar hain nangi ruhen?
kyun ye insanon pe insan taras khate hain?

kyun inhen dekh ke ehsas-e-tahi-dasti hai
aksar auqat main katra ke nikal jata hun?

yahi rasta meri manzil ki taraf jata hai