My own creation

My own creation
jahaa.N gaaye the Khushiyo.n ke taraane
muqaddar dekhiye roye vahii.n par
hu_e masjid se gum juute hamaare
jahaa.N se paaye the, khoye vahii.n par
rail ke Dibbe me.n ye qissaa huaa
ek bachchaa zor se rone lagaa
maa.N ne samajhaane kii koshish kii bahot
us ko bahalaane kii koshish kii bahot
thak ke aaKhir loriiyaa.N gaane lagii
bijaliyaa.N kaano par barasaane lagii
das minute tak loriiyaa.N jab vo gaa chukii
til-milaa kar bol uThaa ek aadamii
“Behanjii, itanaa karam ab kiijiiye
aap is bachche ko rone diijiiye!”
jis din huaa paThaan ke murGe kaa intaqaal
daavat kii maulavii kii tab aayaa use Khayaal
murdaar murG kii hu_ii mullaah ko jab Khabar
saaraa badan sulag uThaa, Gaalib huaa jalaal
kahane lage khilaaoge mam gosht?
tum ko nahii.n zaraa bhii shariyat ka kuchh Khayaal
murdaar Gosht to shariyat me.n hai haraam
jab tak na zibaah kiijiye, hotaa nahii.n halaal
fatavaa jab apanaa maulavii saahab sunaa chuke
jhunjhalaa ke Khan ne kiyaa tab un se ye sawaal
kaisii hai aap kii ye shariyat bataaiiye
ba.nde ko kar diyaa hai Khudaa se bhii baa-kamaal
allaah jis ko maar de, ho jaaye vo haraam
bande ke haath jo mare, ho jaaye vo halaal