This is my first poem after the opperation. Beirut kay halaat daikhtay hoye khud ko rok na saki.
Haye Beirut
Anni kunt’o minnazaalimeen
Woh ghar jo jal raha hai
Woh mera ghar naheen hai
Khandar jo ban geya hai
Woh shehr hai kisi ka
Jo bay amaa’n howa hai
Rahat kaddaa hai kis ka?
Jo soona ho raha hai aangan
Woh kis naggar ka?
Woh mera ghar naheen hai
Na mera shehr hai woh
Main tu hoon apnay ghar mein
Apni araam gah mein
Narm-o gudaaz gadou’n pay
Kuchh sotay jagtay say
Daikho zamanay bhar kay kuchh channeloon pay barpa
Kuchh shor
Kuchh sharaba
Kuchh meetingain, kuchh chehray
Kuchh bay naqaab chehray
Kuchh dar naqaab chehray
Kuchh ho rahi hai gaRd baRd
Kaheen bomb aur dhamakay
Kaheen aag aur dhuo’an sa
Kaheen goliyon ki taRd taRd
Kaheen raakh aur malba
Bachoon kay jismoon par anginat kharashain
Haye yah nazuk lashain
Keya ho geya hai inko?
Kiyon ghar ujaRd rahay hain?
Kiyon jism katt rahay hain?
Kiyon log marr rahay hain?
Kiyon log laRd rahay hain?
Kiyon meray pa’on apnay ghar say bahir naheen nikaltay?
Kiyon meray haath baRdh kar woh haath toRd naheen daitay?
Kiyon mera nutq chup hai?
Halaa’n keh daikhti hoon
Khanjar ba’dast dushman ab meray sarr pay aa geya hai
Aur meray ghar ki janib to woh kab say daikhta hai
Lekin yeh narm gadday
Yeh zarr nigaar parday
Yeh rahattoon ka maila
Na mujhko uthnay day ga
Na mujh ko bolnay day ga
Na sochnay day ga mujh ko
ChoRdo bhi
Badlo channel
Koi naghma-e mohabbat
Koi saaz-e tarab ki mehfil
Tension ko off kardo
Bass is mein khush raho keh
Yeh mera ghar nahi…
ChoRdo hakoomatoon par, yeh masla aalameen hai.
[RIGHT]**Shan.
4 August 2006.
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