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kis se Darte ho ki sab log tumhārī hī tarah

ek se haiñ vahī āñkheñ vahī chehre vahī dil

kis pe shak karte ho jitne bhī musāfir haiñ yahāñ

ek hī sab kā qabīla vahī paikar vahī gil

ham to vo the ki mohabbat thā vatīra jin kā

pyaar se miltā to dushman ke bhī ho jaate the

is tavaqqo.a pe ki shāyad koī mehmāñ aa jaa.e

ghar ke darvāze khule chhoḌ ke so jaate the

ham to aa.e the ki dekheñge tumhāre qarye

vo dar-o-bām ki tārīḳh ke sūrat-gar haiñ

vo arīne vo masājid vo kalīsā vo mahal

aur vo log jo har naqsh se afzal-tar haiñ

rome ke but hoñ ki paris kī ho monalisa

keats kī qabr ho yā turbat-e-firdausī ho

qartaba ho ki ajantā ki mohanjodaḌo

dīda-e-shauq na mahrūm-e-nazar-bosī ho

kis ne duniyā ko bhī daulat kī tarah bāñTā hai

kis ne taqsīm kiye haiñ ye asāse saare

kis ne dīvār tafāvut kī uThā.ī logo

kyuuñ samundar ke kināre pe haiñ pyāse saare

kis se Darte ho ki sab log tumhaari hi tarah

ek se hain wahi aankhen wahi chehre wahi dil

kis pe shak karte ho jitne bhi musafir hain yahan

ek hi sab ka qabila wahi paikar wahi gil

hum to wo the ki mohabbat tha watira jin ka

pyar se milta to dushman ke bhi ho jate the

is tawaqqoa pe ki shayad koi mehman aa jae

ghar ke darwaze khule chhoD ke so jate the

hum to aae the ki dekhenge tumhaare qarye

wo dar-o-baam ki tariKH ke surat-gar hain

wo arine wo masajid wo kalisa wo mahal

aur wo log jo har naqsh se afzal-tar hain

rome ke but hon ki paris ki ho monalisa

keats ki qabr ho ya turbat-e-firdausi ho

qartaba ho ki ajanta ki mohanjodaDo

dida-e-shauq na mahrum-e-nazar-bosi ho

kis ne duniya ko bhi daulat ki tarah banTa hai

kis ne taqsim kiye hain ye asase sare

kis ne diwar tafawut ki uThai logo

kyun samundar ke kinare pe hain pyase sare