لاچار

ابھی تک اسی لئے قطار میں کھڑی ہوں کے لاچار ہوں میں
صبر کی سوئ  ٹک ٹک آگے  بڑھنے سے قاصر لگتا ہے بیکار ہوں میں

کہاں رستہ بدلنا ہے کہاں پر موڑ مڑنا ہے کہ  اس شہر میں انجان ہوں میں
اس زندگی کے دائرے میں قید ہوں کے آزاد ہوں کہ میں ؟

اغیار کی مسرتوں کو دیکھ کر خوش ہوں یا پریشان ہوں میں ؟
اور خود اپنی خواہشات کا  گلستان یا قبرستان ہوں میں؟

وقت نہیں گزرتا، میں کل ہوں یا کل کی صبح ہوں میں
اے رب میں شرمسار ہوں کہ اپنی زندگی سے  آوازار ہوں میں

اپنی انا پرستی تیری چوکھٹ پر رکھ نہ پائ کہ نادان ہوں میں
صحیح  پھر یہ احساس ہے کہ پوری کی پوری گناہ گار ہوں میں

لپکتی ہوں بار بار تیری ہی طرف کے تنہا ہوں میں
گمراہی  کا  گھپ اندھیرا یا آشنائ کا چراغ ہوں میں

اپنی لپیٹ میں تو لے لے، کہ اک دل بیمار ہوں میں
بارش نہیں تیری رحمت کے طوفان کی طلبگار ہوں میں

آمین

Story of a boy

A beautiful, beautiful poem by Sana Zafar. She is an anchor person and content writer. She brings people forward, making a difference and writes about bringing positivity in society.

It’s a story of a boy, who came home in tears,

He said he won’t go back, he has fears.

He saw bunch of boys laughing at him,

He felt he doesn’t fit in

May be he was too short or too tall?

May be he was too white or too black?

May be he was thin or too fat?

May be he was not so rich or not so cool?

Who knows what exactly was the truth?

I watched him from a distance and wondered why?

Is he being ungrateful or is the world too mean to make him shy?

I asked him to come play with my son,

He may seem a little different because he has autism!

He doesn’t use words to communicate

But don’t worry he doesn’t know how to be mean or to betray?

If you are kind, he would let you play

You may jump all you can

And you don’t have you to think, how you look

He won’t give a damn

But be careful, he is a hugger

He doesn’t care about your height

He will like you and will hold on tight

He doesn’t care if you are fairer or darker,

fat or thin

If you will laugh with him , he will laugh harder

Don’t worry if he gets upset halfway through,

That’s why God made mothers, I’ll be right there for you

I then asked the boy, are you not grateful?

For the eyes that see and the ears that hear?

For the mouth that speaks and let’s you eat?

For the body and brain that holds it all together and let you be?

He said I know that no one is ugly and I am indeed grateful,

But they don’t get it, they are not like your son

Why can’t everyone have autism?

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Where did I forget my…self ?

Getting involved in this world head down, sometimes we lose our trueself somewhere. Where ? Why ?

What if the next time, it’s not a joke?

Someone rang the bell.
Too late for someone to come.

I put down my book.
I wonder who came.

Because that’s not the time
Hapiness usually chooses to come over.

My heart skipped a beat.
Paid a silent prayer.

May Allah not destroy,
This sand castle I live in.

May not someone come
And tell me that things are no more

The way the used to be.
I made to the door

Scrutinized in the dark.
No one stands out side.

Some children made a joke.
But my heart keeps wondering

What if, the next time, it is not a joke ?

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ط طمع نے مار کے چور کیتا

My father narrated me this punjabi poetry of a friend of his. Though this poem is an old-man vision oriented, i find the rhymes and  strophes perfectly calibrated.  Feel free to share any other authentic poetry you might have. I love to discover what people write.
ط طمع نے مار کے چور کیتا
ط طمع نے مار کے چور کیتا
‍پتر دین جواب ہن ماپیان نوں۔
The cupidity crushed us
Offspring now respond to the parents
پال پوس کے اسی جوان کیتے
سکھی رکھیا سی ایناں پاپیان نوں۔
We brought them up young and strong
We kept with comfort these loved ones.
سارے فرض جہاں دے ادا کیتے
نواں سہیڑیاں کرن سیاپیاں نوں۔
We abide by all this world requisites
The daughters in law indulge in making stories
اسلم خان دی جان کباب کیتی

اگ لا کے ملھے دے چھاپیاں نوں۔

Aslam Khan’s life got roasted

On a bonfire of marketed dried feces.

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