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درد کا سمندر

درد کے سمندر میں
سکھ کے چند جزیرے ہیں
کچھ نظر تو آتے ہیں
کچھ نظر سے اوجھل ہیں
ہم جو اس سمندر میں
دیر سے غوطہ زن ہیں
درد میں بہتے جاتے ہیں
درد کو سہہ ناں پاتے ہیں
جو جزیرہ ہم جانیں
سراب بن کے اٹھتا ہے
آنکھ کو چھپکتے ہی
دور ہوتا جاتا ہے

درد کے سمندر میں
سکھ کے چند جزیرے ہیں
دوست جو لپکتے ہیں
دوستی کے ناطے سے
اک لہر سی اٹھتی ہے
مجبوریاں آڑے آتی ہیں
اور وہ یونہی ہم سے
روٹھ کے منھہ پھیر لیتا ہے
پانیوں کی شورش میں
دب کے بیٹھ جاتا ہے

درد کے سمندر میں
سکھ کے چند جزیرے ہیں
ہم جو ایک مدت سے
درد کے تھپیلوں پہ
آس سے تہی ہو کر
دم بخود سے بیٹھے ہیں
اب سمجھ میں آئی ہے
درد کے سمندر میں
آس کا جزیرہ ہی
سکھ بن کے آتا ہے

باقی سب کے سب رشتے
رات کی تاریکی میں
کشتیوں کی مانند ہیں
آتے جاتے رہتے ہیں
روشنیاں دکھاتے ہیں
لیکن چند ہی لمحوں میں
دور ھوتے جاتے ہیں

درد کے سمندر میں
سکھ کا ایک ہی جزیرہ ہے

قدسیہ شاہ
8th April 2009

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