mein terey chaand ki kheti mein guhr bota hun
chup key insaanon sey maanind-e-sehr rota hun
din ki shoorish mein nikaltey huay ghabraatey hain
uzlat-e-shab mein meray ashk tapak jaatey hain
mujh mein faryaad jo pinhaan hai, sunaaon kis ko
tapish-e-shoq ka nazzara dikaoun kis ko
barq-e-aiman merey seenay pe pari roti hai
daikhnay wali hai jo aankh, kahan soti hai!
sifat-e-shama-lehad murda hai mehfil meri
ah!, aey raat baro door hai manzil meri
ahd-e-haazir ki hawa raaas nahin hai iss ko
apney nuqsaan ka ehsaas nahin hai iss ko
zabt-e-paigham-e-muhabbat sey jo ghabrata hun
terey taabinda sitaron ko suna jata hun
Iqbal
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Iqbal died on 21st April 1938 at his home in Lahore. He is the national poet of Pakistan. He wrote approximately 12,000 lines of verse of which more than half is in Persian. I wish to thank God of for giving us Iqbal. His works have inspired me more than any other writer. In one of his books called ‘Baang-e-Daraa’, there is a poem called ‘Khuftgaan-e-Khaak se Istafsaar’ (loosely in English, An Interrogation of the Dead) , today or on any other day , I wish to stand beside his grave and read it and weep a little.
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