Ma gayee, Baba gaye,
Mein aaj jaoon ya kal,
Kya pharak padta hai?
Ma Baba ne Partition ka taandav dekha tha.
Mera ghar sab insaanon ke liye khula hai.
Har taraf nafrat kee aandhi hai
Par ek ummeed ka diya hai
jo jalta hi ja raha hai.
meri beti ka dharm-bhai doosrey dharm ka hai
beta na jaaney kis mazhab ki bahu laayega
yeh pahli diwali thi
jab bacchon ne mujhe
ek bhi pataaka nahin jalaaaney diya
naye yug ki soch alag hai.
woh subah zaroor aayegi
jab nafrat kee aag se door
bomb ke dhamaakey sunayee nahin dengey.
us subah ke intezaar mein,
mein chalta ja raha hoon.
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So poignant, so full of hope!
I extend a heartiest Amen to his hope.
A very befitting and optimistic response to your post,
and a beautiful expression in itself.
My compliments to him.
Reads almost like a tribute to Faiz's ye woh sehar to nahin.
We are all worrying about the same things :(
I loved 'beta na jaaney kis mazhab ki bahu laayega'...if everybody accepted that this is also an acceptable possibility, half our problems would be over!
Thank you both for sharing this beautiful ray of hope.
Both of you have written so beautifully on this. It's a terrible time.
On another "note"-have linked your post on Channulal.
excellent, poem is a truth. but we can make this world beautiful. Believe in one world one family.
ohh beautiful...if only everyone were so tolerant.
very nice :)
Beautiful and so full of hope.
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