Monday, July 23, 2012

Shers by Munawar Rana

labo par uske kabhi baddua nahi hoti


bas ek maa hai jo kabhi khafa nahi hoti



Is tarah mere gunaahon ko wo dho deti hai,

maa bahut gusse mein hoti hai to ro deti hai



Maine rote hue ponchhe the kisi din aansoo

muddaton maa ne nahi dhoya dupatta apna



Abhi zinda hai maa meri mujhe kuchh bhi nahi hoga,

main jab ghar se nikalta hoon dua bhi saath chalti hai



jab bhi kashti meri sailaab mein aa jaati hai

maa dua karti hui khwaab mein aa jaati hai



aye andhere dekh le muh tera kaala ho gaya,

maa ne aankhein khol di ghar mein ujaala ho gaya



meri khwaahish hai ki main phir se farishta ho jaun

maa se is tarah liptun ki bachcha ho jaun



'munawwar' maa ke aage yun kabhi khulkar nahi rona

jahan buniyaad ho itni nami achhhi nahi hoti



lipat jaata hoon maa se aur mausi muskurati hai,

main udru mein ghazal kehta hoon hindi muskrati hai



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hi varun read the gazhal by munnawar ranna. i loved it thanks for posting it i had heard it in fragments n wanted it for quite some time now,my search ends o ur page. am reading other posta too n i quite like ur little collection. amazing how i can relate to a stranger via a poets work. farida

farida said...

hi varun read the gazhal by munnawar ranna. i loved it thanks for posting it i had heard it in fragments n wanted it for quite some time now,my search ends o ur page. am reading other posta too n i quite like ur little collection. amazing how i can relate to a stranger via a poets work. farida