Yeh Poetry Ek Pukaar Hai, Ek Awaaz Hai,Jo Main Chaahta Hoon Ke Har Insaan Tak Pahunche...
Saans Bhi Toothti Nahi Uss Beemar Ki,
Sukoon Ki Maut Bhi Naseeb Nahi Usse,
Kya Likhu Main Halaat Uss Lachaar Ki...
Jab Tak Woh Chalta-Firta Tha,
Apna Bhoj Khud Hi Sambhaaltha Tha,
Aaj Bistar Hi Uska Aakhri Humsafar Hai,
Aaj Khoob Inaam Mila Hai Usse,
Apne Bacho Ko Diye Hue Sanskaar Ki....
"KHwaish" Jo Insaan Apne Maa-Baap Ka Na Ho Saka,
Woh Kissi Aur Se Kya Waffa Nibhayeega,
Maa-Baap To Ghar Ki Chhat Ki Tarah Hai,
Chhat hi na ho to Unchaiyon se Kya Haasil,
Bin Chat Ke Kya Aukat Hai Khade Hue Deewar Ki.....
De Rahi Hai Dastak Samay Ki Ghantiya,
Keh Rahi Hai Ab Baat Ho Angaar Ki....
Agar Humein Apne Buzaurgo Ki Izzat Karne Na Aaye,
To Hum Besharam, Bedil, Be-imaan Hai,
"Khwaish" Ke Haath mein aaj Kalam Nahi,
"khwaish" aaj Lekhni Likh Raha Hai Talwaar Ki....
Aaj Hum Jo apne Maa-Baap Ke Saath Kar Rahe Hai,
Kal Humare Bache Humare Saath Karenge,
Ab Ghadi Aa Gayi Hai GURU NANAK ke Diye hue Upchaar Ki...
Jiske Paas Ho Apne Maa-Baap Ke Pyaar Ki Daulat,
Usne To Yeh Jag Jeeta,
Usse Kya Zaroorat Kisi Aur Auzaar Ki....
"Khwaish" Ne Kuch Galat Kaha Ho To Usse Muaf Kar Dena,
Woh To Bas Chahhta Hai Ke Umar Puri Ho Iss Andhaiyaar Ki......
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