Nishaan

(A man, at the time of partition, is going to Pakistan from his beloved country India hoping that maybe one day he will come back to his native land. This poem describes his emotions, and his feelings as he is on his way to Pakistan along with the caravan.)

Ek nishaan dekhta hoon main,

Logon ke kadmo ke nishaan,

Jo jaa rahe hain,

Ek watan se doosre watan ki ore...

Wo nishaan jo shaayad hi waapas laut ke aayenge

Ulti disha mein ek din,

Hai ek khwahish meri,

Ki mere watan ki mitti bhi

Mere saath chal chale,

Par afsos...ye ho nahin sakta

Na socha tha maine kabhi

Aayega ye waqt bhi

Jab supurd ho jaaunga main

Dooje watan ke...

Wo jo gubaar udte dikhaai dete hain

Jab kaarvan ye guzra tha

Un gubaaron mein ghuli, mere watan ki mitti ki khushboo bhi

Kahin kho si jaati hai

Har khoon ke katre mein

Sunaai deti hai cheekhein mujhe

Un masoom bachchon ki, un auraton ki

Jo shikaar hue

Khooni khel ke

Mera dil bhi ab

Dilaasa de raha hai

Mere mehboob watan ko

Jo ro raha hai

Mere jaane ke gham mein

Us raaste se hokar bhi guzra main

Jab dekha tha maine pattharon ko

To yaad aayi ghar ki wo chaukhat

Jinhein laanghne ki khwahish mein

Kabhi-kabhi gir bhi jaata tha main

Thokar khaakar

Ye saza mil rahi hai humein

Kis baat ki humein

Ki abhi hi manaaya tha humne

Aazadi ka jashn

Aur ab rukhsat ho rahe hain

Apne watan se

Aaj jo mera ghar hai

Kal kisi aur ka hoga

Aur mujhe bhi rehna padega

Kisi aur ke ghar ko

Apna banaakar

Wo  nishaan dekh raha hoon main

Jo ab keval ek sach

Ek kadva sach bankar

Reh Jaayenge