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Tanhai

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Rashid Zahid Sarang


Poet: Mai tanhai me beth, apne ek Chaara-gar se baat karte rehta hu,

Use uski poochta hu aur thodi apni sunata Rehta hu,

Use apne-aap beeti batate Rehta hu,

Dialogues between poet & his friend (Chaara-gar) 

Poet:

Uske (She) vaslo-vasaal ke tahammul me mai kamzarf ban chuka hu, Asraar ban chuka hu..

Logo se ye Ramz Jo chupa rakhe hai mene, mai apne dard-e-aashna ke liye ghaafil ban chuka hu.

Chaara-gar:

Purani baatein to theek hai Zaid (poet’s pen name), Mai kya Karu Jo Roz apne hi maslo-masail se joojh Raha hu,

Mai to koi Shaayar nahi aur Shaayari mera koi shauk nahi, phir bhi mai apni 2 baate izhaar kar deta hu,

Andheri raat me, mai akela to nahi rehta par andar hi andar mai akele-akele ghut-ta Jaata hu,

Duniya ko apni Nazar se dekhne ki koshish me mai duniya se dabta Jaata hu..

Mai to ek Vaaiz ban chuka hu, sab ko sahi-galat sikhate-sikhate mai galat kaamo me ulajhne lag chuka hu.

Mai Jo jeetne ke liye kar Raha tha mehnat, aaj haar se bachne ki kashmakash me laga hu,

Tum kya jaano Zaid, mai to mere ghaafile-andaaz ki wajah se baar-baar pashemaan hone se bhi pashemaan ho chuka hu.

End of dialogues between Chaara-gar & Zaid

Poet: Yu to wo kuch nahi kehta, par aaj shaayad uske zarf ki bhi had ho gayi,

Shaayad use bhi zarurat aa padi hai, ibrat pe jaane ki, kisi khursheed-rooh ke aashana ki, Jo uske tavakkul ko tez baraao me bhi bheegna na de ese humraahi ki,

Baharhaal aakhir me ye kise suna Raha hu kyuki Rashid bhi to Zaid hi hai, aur Zaid hi hai Rashid!


By Rashid Zahid Sarang





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