Pataakey
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.
So poignant, so full of hope!
ReplyDeleteI extend a heartiest Amen to his hope.
ReplyDeleteA very befitting and optimistic response to your post,
and a beautiful expression in itself.
My compliments to him.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteReads almost like a tribute to Faiz's ye woh sehar to nahin.
We are all worrying about the same things :(
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteOn 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.
ReplyDeleteohh beautiful...if only everyone were so tolerant.
ReplyDeletevery nice :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so full of hope.
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