Sleepless
A Akhtar Jawad
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Beautiful dreams
when come in the tearful eyes
lit the candles to remove the darkness
and play on a divine instrument the tune of hope
counter the frustrations and the dejections
spring the flowers of relieving expectations
then,
the restless, helpless and sleepless man
finds himself in a green valley
where his mother waiting for him
combs his hair
relieves him of his pains
and whispers in his ears
" My son! I haven't ignored you,
I am aware of your pains
but in this world there are millions of my sons
their sufferings are more than you
their pains are more severe than you
you can sleep for a few hours
but they don't sleep throughout the night.
how I have come to you, today,
it's me only me who knows it.
In a twinkling of eye I can burry all in a black hole,
But How a mother can bury her innocent children
with the ignorant children! "
Khoobsoorat Khawab
Khoobsoorat Khawab
Jab aansoo bhari aankhoN meN aate hayN
aashaoN ke deep Jalate hayN
ummeed ke saz bajate hayn
armanoN ke phool khilate hayn
to ek bekal, bebus aor majboor insan ki palkeN bojhil ho jati hayN
do ghadi ke liye jab wuh so jata hay
to maN uske pas aa jati hay
uske baloN keN kangha karte hue use loriaN sunati hay
uske kanoN meN sargoshian karti hay
mere bache maine tujhe nazar andaz nahiN kiya hay
main tujhe bhooli nahiN hooN
lekin main keya karoon
is duniya meN anginat insan tujhse bhi zeydah dukhi hayN
tujhse bhi zeyada mazloom hayN.
Too to phir bhi so leta hay
unheN sari rat neend naseeb nahiN hoti
aaj main kis tarah tere pas aai hooN
yeh mera dil hi janta hay
main agar chahhoN to pal bhar meN
sabko ek black hole meN dafan kar dooN
magar ek maN kis dil se apne mazloom aor beqasoor bachoN ko bhi
zalimoN ke sath khud apne hathoN qatl kar de.
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