Ghar Ka Wahid Mard, Urdu Nazam By Firoz Natiq Khusro

meri baji
bahut der se mujhe aawazen de rahi thin
ghaaliban bazar jaana tha
jab se abba ka intiqal hua hai
wo har chhoTe-baDe kaam ke liye
jab bhi kahin jatin mujhe sath le jati thin
kabhi kabhi to mujhe bahut bura lagta
aaj bhi main apna khel chhoD kar uTha
baji ne sar par chadar Dali ammi se paise liye
aur mera hath tham kar chal din
main bahan se chimTa hua chal raha tha
bazar aur ghar ki darmiyani tang gali mein
sar-e-sham tariki chha jati thi
mujhe wahan se guzarte hue hamesha hi KHauf aata tha

bazar se wapsi par gali mein daKHil hote hi
mujhe KHauf ke sath kuchh ajib sa ehsas hua
mere hath par
bahan ki giraft ziyaada hi saKHt ho gai thi
nim-tarik sunsan gali ke bicho-bich chand naujawan laDke
hamara rasta roke khaDe the
wo achchhe log nahin lagte the
jab hi to meri baji un se KHaufzada lag rahi thin
achanak sab kuchh meri samajh mein aa gaya
meri bahan mujhe apne sahaare ke liye
bahar le kar jati thin
abba ki wafat ke ba'd ghar ke andar main hi to wahid mard tha
ye ehsas hote hi
main ne baji ke hath se apna hath chhuDa liya
aur un ke hath ko
apni chhoTi chhoTi ungliyon mein mazbuti se jakaD kar
baDe e'timad ke sath nape tule qadam uThata
un aawara laDkon ke ghol se nikalta chala gaya
us lamhe mujhe aisa mahsus hua jaise main sat sal ke
kisi kamzor bachche ki bajae
sattais sal ka ek tawana mard hun