tumhari kabra par main faatiha padhne nahi aaya,
mujhe maloom the tum mar nahi sakte
tumhari maut ki sachchi khabar jisne udai thi,
wo jhutha tha.............. wo tum kab the?
koi sukha hua patta hawa me gir ke tuta tha,
kahin kuch bhi nahi badla ,
tumhare hath meri anguliyo me saans lete he
main likhne ke liye jab bhi kagaz kalam uthata hu
tumhe betha hua main apni kursi par pata hu
badan me mere jitna bhi lahu he
wo tumhari lagzishon ki naakamiyo ke sath batha he
meri awaz me chhupkar tumhara zahan rahta he
meri bimariyo me tum, meri laachariyo me tum
tumhari kabra par jisne tumhara naam likha he
wo jutha he...........
tumhari kabra me min dafan hu, tum mujh me zinda ho .....
kabhi fursat mile to faatiha padhne chale aana......
ye he the great NIDA FAZALI k vichar apne pita ki maut
par.... jinke pita unme sada zinda rahe.........
ajeeb dasta...
mujhe maloom the tum mar nahi sakte
tumhari maut ki sachchi khabar jisne udai thi,
wo jhutha tha.............. wo tum kab the?
koi sukha hua patta hawa me gir ke tuta tha,
kahin kuch bhi nahi badla ,
tumhare hath meri anguliyo me saans lete he
main likhne ke liye jab bhi kagaz kalam uthata hu
tumhe betha hua main apni kursi par pata hu
badan me mere jitna bhi lahu he
wo tumhari lagzishon ki naakamiyo ke sath batha he
meri awaz me chhupkar tumhara zahan rahta he
meri bimariyo me tum, meri laachariyo me tum
tumhari kabra par jisne tumhara naam likha he
wo jutha he...........
tumhari kabra me min dafan hu, tum mujh me zinda ho .....
kabhi fursat mile to faatiha padhne chale aana......
ye he the great NIDA FAZALI k vichar apne pita ki maut
par.... jinke pita unme sada zinda rahe.........
ajeeb dasta...
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