ham se mat pucho rastey ghar ke
ham musafir hen zindagi bhar ke
kon suraj ki aankh se din bhar
zakham ginta he shab ki chadar ke
sulha kar li ye soch ke main ne
meray dushman na thay barabar ke
khud se khemey jala dye main ne
hosley dekhna thay lashkar ke
ye sitarey ye toot tey moti
aks hen meray deeda e tar ke
gar junoon maslihat na apnaey
sar se rishtey boht hen patthar ke
ham bhe chuntey thay seepian aksar
ham bhe maqrooz hen samandar ke
aankh ke gird matami halqey
saaye jese jale huey ghar ke
hamesha bhek garibon ko dar se milti hy
ammer log garibon ko tal deten hain
duain un ko andha fakir deta hay
jo khote sikke bi jholi me dal deten hain
hum se mat pucho raaste ghar. wah boht umda ghazal ..
Boht umda or shandar ghazal. ye poetry mohsin naqvi ki hai na?
nice poetry. by the way I like mohsin naqvi poetry very much
umda