Pukar
naw nihaal ka bacha, jab kabhi rota hai, honsla de kar, baap yaheen hota hai, maa ke aansun aur bache ki pukar, kar deti hai koh e himalay mein daraar. jab baap ke haathon mein bacha kahin aata hai, bache ka noor beshumar lehrata hai,aansuon ki nadi mubtada nahi hui jab, baap kehta hai, kya mard bhi kabhi rota hai? na maaloom us jaan ko farq e jins, phir bhi fikar o khalqat se mamoor hota hai, jins ho. na ho, rooh toh khudai hai. ruswai e yunus se bhi koi cheez pyaari hai? jo fikar mein ho dam ba dam, woh kya jaane aalam e illahi ko, pukar e abd se bhi maghfirat pyaari hai? toh phir aansu lipat ke rukhsaar se jo tapke gein, shaayad, khuda ko yehi chaa momin e saari hai