THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.
Gunah ki patri par sabhi chal rahe hain
Naye halato ke nayepan mai sabhi dhal rahe hain.
Insaf nahi mang pate to nainsafi ki jati hai
Yaha greebo ko bewajah saza di jati hai.
Khuda ko bhool bethe hain sab
Khud ko khuda mante hain.
Kehte firte hain hame sab pta hai
Koi pucho inse akhir ye kya jante hain.
Tumhe uski shakti ka anuman hi kaha
Vo sansar ki bate bata gaye
Tumhe uske ilawa kuch pata hi kaha.
Usse ucha uthne ki bate karte ho
Uske bina yeh jahan, asman, ek shavas bhi kaha.
Puri srishti ka srijan vo kar gaye
Badle mai kuch manga nhi
Tujhe sahi rah dikhaya hamesha
Teri galtiyo par bhi tujhe danta nhi.
Tu kehta hai itno mai bhool gya vo mujhe
Magar vo to sabka khayal rakhta hai
Kabhi akele reh jao to jana uske dar pe
Tujhe tujhse bhi zyada vo pyar karta hai.
Uske diye tohfe to sambhale nhi ja rahe
Moh maya mai faskar sab reh gaye
Inhe ab tak samajh nahi aya
"God is one" har dharm ke guru keh gaye.
Usse pana chahte ho to pyar rakhna hoga dil mai
Par pyar ke to sabhi dushman bane bethe hain
Yeh kya jane pyar kya hai
Yeh to bazaro mai bikne wale ko pyar kehte hain.
Is kalyug mai rishte bhula diye sabne
Ma bap ko dhakke mare jate hain
Khuda se bat to bas kuch hi log karte hain
Beshak mandir masjido mai to sare jate hain.
Izzat to bas paise ki hoti hai
Use sabse upar ka darza mila hai
Jo bach gaye is lalach se
Bas unhi ko khuda mila hai.