Ism-e-azam, Urdu Nazam By Mohammad Haneef Rame

ikkis sal umr thi us ki bas
abhi us ne goya zindagi ko aankh bhar ke dekha bhi na tha
khelne kudne ke din the ki zamane ki rit ke mutabiq
chaT mangni paT byah ho gaya
aur tin sal mein tin bachche bhi paida ho gae
phir achanak bechaari ko wo bimari mil gai
jis ke panje se koi KHush-nasib hi chhuTta hai
mujhe barson pahle ganw mein apni chitkabri bakri yaad aa gai
jis ne ek jholi mein panch bachche diye the
aur chand roz baad mar gai thi
mari hui bakri ke thanon se is ke panchon bachche
dudh ki aaKHiri bund tak nichoD lene ke chakkar mein
ek dusre se guttham-guttha ho rahe the
main ne KHuda se kaha
ghazab ke sitam-zarif ho tum bhi
aadmi ko itna kamzor paida kiya hai
bakri ka bachcha to janm lete hi chaar Tangon par khaDa ho jata hai
magar aadmi ka bachcha baras-ha-baras tak yatimon ki tarah sahaare DhunDhta phirta hai
aur phir tum ye sahaare bhi chhin lete ho
chalo marhum bap ki jagah to tum KHud pur kar lete ho
ki aasmani bap kahlane ka tumhein azal se shauq hai
lekin ye nau-maulud aur nau-KHez bachchon ko tum maon se kis khate mein mahrum kar dete ho
hansa bahut hansa
main kahe baghair na rah saka ki aafrin hai
dusre ke dukh par is tarah khile bandon to saffak siyasat-dan bhi nahin hanste
achanak mera shana jhinjhoD kar bola zara meri taraf dekho
mujhe guman tha ki to raat aur quran ke auraq se nikal kar
ek pur-jalal mardana paikar mere samne hoga
magar wahan to ek hari-bhari aurat khaDi thi
jis ki chhatiyon se dudh ki dhaaren fawware ki tarah phuT rahi thin
qarib tha ki main ghash kha kar gir jata
isi ne mujhe sambhaala diya
aur dhire se kaha
main bap bhi hun aasmanon mein
main man bhi hun zamin par
dobara us ki jaanib dekha
aankhon se do garm garm aansu mere chehre par Tapak paDe
main ne kaha pahle tum hans rahe the
ab tum ro rahi ho
kaha hansi aur rone ka ek hi nam hai
zindagi
main ne kaha tumhaare mardana namon ka to shumar nahin
logon ko ninnanwe ke phere mein Dal rakkha hai tum ne
murshidon se ism-e-azam puchhte puchhte behaal ho jate hain
ab tumhaare zanana nam bhi DhunDne paDenge
zer-e-lab muskura ke kaha
paida hote hi tum sab ke munh par mera ism-e-azam aa jata hai
har koi az-KHud pukar uThta hai
man
aur phir apni man ki chahat mein sab ki man ki bhul jata hai
nam bhi yaad nahin rahta us ka