Martyr Poetry

Rakh kar tere hatho me mera dil

Nikal gaya tha me desh ki seva me

Ae ma mujhko maaf kar dena

tujhse jyada desh ka hogaya tha me

Bohot yaad aati thi maa mujhko teri

Jab us barfile virane me bhi

Dushmano se ladna pad jata tha

Kahi baar waha goliyon se bhi jyada

Kudrat ka maar sehna pad jata tha

Ghabra jata tha me jab dushmano

Ki goli sharir ke kisi ang se chir kar nikal jati

Nazron ke samne aa jata wo chehra tera

Jab teri wo nazren mere challi hue sharir ko dekhkar ro pad jati

Par tu fikar math karna maa

Dekhna meri is kurbani se desh ke kitne log aaj surakshit jee rahe honge

Meri banduk se nikli har un goliyon se

Aaj kahi parivaar sukun se apne gharon me so rahe honge

Sina garv se ful raha tha mera maa

Jab jang me thoda thoda kar mera jaan nikla jaa raha tha

Sharir desh ki mithi ki aur jhukta jaa raha tha

Aur aathma...

Aathma aasman me lehrate 

Tirange ke rango me rangta ja raha tha

Kaise bayan karu un palon ko shabdo me maa

Tu toh sab samajhti hai

Jab tujhe akhiri bar alvida kahe ja raha tha

Usi waqt me tujhse alag chuka tha maa

Tu toh sab jaanti hai

Yaad rakh na meri baaton ko mere jaane ke baad

Ki mere desh ki zarurat hu me

Teri ankhon ka moti bayan hu me

Mujhko dekh kar yu tut na jana maa

Kyu ki is bharat maa ka shahid jawan hu me