duniya ne tajrabat o havadis ki shakl men jo kuchh mujhe diya hai vo lauta raha huun main

jo dikh raha hai usi ke andar jo an-dikha hai vo sha'iri hai jo kah saka tha vo kah chuka huun jo rah gaya hai vo sha'iri hai ye shahr saara to raushni men khila pada hai so kya likhun main vo duur jangal ki jhonpadi men jo ik diya hai vo sha'iri hai dilon ke mabain guftugu men tamam baten izafaten hain tumhari baton ka har tavaqquf jo bolta hai vo sha'iri hai tamam dariya jo ek samundar men gir rahe hain to kya 'ajab hai vo ek dariya jo raste men hi rah gaya hai vo sha'iri hai jo dikh raha hai usi ke andar jo an-dikha hai wo sha'iri hai jo kah saka tha wo kah chuka hun jo rah gaya hai wo sha'iri hai ye shahr sara to raushni mein khila pada hai so kya likhun main wo dur jangal ki jhonpadi mein jo ek diya hai wo sha'iri hai dilon ke mabain guftugu mein tamam baaten izafaten hain tumhaari baaton ka har tawaqquf jo bolta hai wo sha'iri hai tamam dariya jo ek samundar mein gir rahe hain to kya 'ajab hai wo ek dariya jo raste mein hi rah gaya hai wo sha'iri hai

jab koi leta hai mere samne nam-e-ghhazal yaad aata hai mujhe ik nazuk-andam-e-ghhazal us harim-e-naz us khalvat-sara-e-raz men barha jazbat ne bandha hai ehram-e-ghhazal ek rashk-e-mah ka main kar raha huun tazkira asman se kyuun na ho uncha mira bam-e-ghhazal mai-kada bhi guunj uttha shor-e-nosha-nosh se kis qadar hai kaif-avar ye mira jam-e-ghhazal nau-ba-nau taza-ba-taza jalva-e-shadab-e-husn kar sake kis tarah akhir koi itmam-e-ghhazal aks-e-zan ho jis ke dil men partav-e-rangin-e-yar kaun kah sakta hai 'najmi' us ko nakam-e-ghhazal dekhte hain gosha-e-chashm-e-haya se vo mujhe mil raha hai aaj 'najmi' mujh ko inam-e-ghhazal jab koi leta hai mere samne nam-e-ghazal yaad aata hai mujhe ek nazuk-andam-e-ghazal us harim-e-naz us khalwat-sara-e-raaz mein barha jazbaat ne bandha hai ehram-e-ghazal ek rashk-e-mah ka main kar raha hun tazkira aasman se kyun na ho uncha mera baam-e-ghazal mai-kada bhi gunj uttha shor-e-nosha-nosh se kis qadar hai kaif-awar ye mera jam-e-ghazal nau-ba-nau taza-ba-taza jalwa-e-shadab-e-husn kar sake kis tarah aakhir koi itmam-e-ghazal aks-e-zan ho jis ke dil mein partaw-e-rangin-e-yar kaun kah sakta hai 'najmi' us ko nakaam-e-ghazal dekhte hain gosha-e-chashm-e-haya se wo mujhe mil raha hai aaj 'najmi' mujh ko inam-e-ghazal

mujh ko shaer na kaho 'mir' ki sahab main ne dard o ghham kitne kiye jama to divan kiya

call me not a poet, miir, a million sorrows i have collected to produce a meer frames poetry as the distilled record of lived suffering, not a proud title. the “divan” is portrayed as an archive made by collecting grief piece by piece. the emotional core is modesty mixed with a quiet insistence: his art is earned through pain. the metaphor turns personal wounds into literary wealth.

apni rusvai tire naam ka charcha dekhun ik zara sher kahun aur main kya kya dekhun

sher dar-asl hain vahi 'hasrat' sunte hi dil men jo utar jaaen

bandish-e-alfaz jadne se nagon ke kam nahin shairi bhi kaam hai 'atish' murassa-saz ka

shaer ko mast karti hai tarif-e-sher 'amir' sau botalon ka nashsha hai is vaah vaah men

chhupi hai an-ginat chingariyan lafzon ke daman men zara padhna ghhazal ki ye kitab ahista ahista

hazaron sher mere so gae kaghhaz ki qabron men ajab maan huun koi bachcha mira zinda nahin rahta

diary men saare achchhe sher chun kar likh liye ek ladki ne mira divan khali kar diya

log kahte hain ki fann-e-shairi manhus hai sher kahte kahte main deputy collector ho gaya

ye shairi ye kitaben ye ayaten dil ki nishaniyan ye sabhi tujh pe varna hongi

shairi taaza zamanon ki hai meamar 'faraz' ye bhi ik silsila-e-kun-fayakun hai yuun hai

mera har sher hai ik raz-e-haqiqat 'bekhud' main huun urdu ka 'naziri' mujhe tu kya samjha

ham se puchho ki ghhazal kya hai ghhazal ka fan kya chand lafzon men koi aag chhupa di jaae

vahi rah jaate hain zabanon par sher jo intikhab hote hain

sau sher ek jalse men kahte the ham 'amir' jab tak na sher kahne ka ham ko shuur tha

zindagi bhar ki kamai yahi misre do-char is kamai pe to izzat nahin milne vaali

hamare sher hain ab sirf dil-lagi ke 'asad' khula ki faeda arz-e-hunar men khaak nahin

the poet speaks with bitter clarity: once he sought recognition through poetry, but experience has taught him that displaying talent brings no reward. so he reframes his verses as mere “pastime,” a protective lowering of expectations. the phrase “khak” (dust) stresses utter worthlessness, turning the couplet into a confession of disillusionment with worldly appreciation.

duniya ne tajrabat o havadis ki shakl men jo kuchh mujhe diya hai vo lauta raha huun main

jo dikh raha hai usi ke andar jo an-dikha hai vo sha'iri hai jo kah saka tha vo kah chuka huun jo rah gaya hai vo sha'iri hai ye shahr saara to raushni men khila pada hai so kya likhun main vo duur jangal ki jhonpadi men jo ik diya hai vo sha'iri hai dilon ke mabain guftugu men tamam baten izafaten hain tumhari baton ka har tavaqquf jo bolta hai vo sha'iri hai tamam dariya jo ek samundar men gir rahe hain to kya 'ajab hai vo ek dariya jo raste men hi rah gaya hai vo sha'iri hai jo dikh raha hai usi ke andar jo an-dikha hai wo sha'iri hai jo kah saka tha wo kah chuka hun jo rah gaya hai wo sha'iri hai ye shahr sara to raushni mein khila pada hai so kya likhun main wo dur jangal ki jhonpadi mein jo ek diya hai wo sha'iri hai dilon ke mabain guftugu mein tamam baaten izafaten hain tumhaari baaton ka har tawaqquf jo bolta hai wo sha'iri hai tamam dariya jo ek samundar mein gir rahe hain to kya 'ajab hai wo ek dariya jo raste mein hi rah gaya hai wo sha'iri hai

jab koi leta hai mere samne nam-e-ghhazal yaad aata hai mujhe ik nazuk-andam-e-ghhazal us harim-e-naz us khalvat-sara-e-raz men barha jazbat ne bandha hai ehram-e-ghhazal ek rashk-e-mah ka main kar raha huun tazkira asman se kyuun na ho uncha mira bam-e-ghhazal mai-kada bhi guunj uttha shor-e-nosha-nosh se kis qadar hai kaif-avar ye mira jam-e-ghhazal nau-ba-nau taza-ba-taza jalva-e-shadab-e-husn kar sake kis tarah akhir koi itmam-e-ghhazal aks-e-zan ho jis ke dil men partav-e-rangin-e-yar kaun kah sakta hai 'najmi' us ko nakam-e-ghhazal dekhte hain gosha-e-chashm-e-haya se vo mujhe mil raha hai aaj 'najmi' mujh ko inam-e-ghhazal jab koi leta hai mere samne nam-e-ghazal yaad aata hai mujhe ek nazuk-andam-e-ghazal us harim-e-naz us khalwat-sara-e-raaz mein barha jazbaat ne bandha hai ehram-e-ghazal ek rashk-e-mah ka main kar raha hun tazkira aasman se kyun na ho uncha mera baam-e-ghazal mai-kada bhi gunj uttha shor-e-nosha-nosh se kis qadar hai kaif-awar ye mera jam-e-ghazal nau-ba-nau taza-ba-taza jalwa-e-shadab-e-husn kar sake kis tarah aakhir koi itmam-e-ghazal aks-e-zan ho jis ke dil mein partaw-e-rangin-e-yar kaun kah sakta hai 'najmi' us ko nakaam-e-ghazal dekhte hain gosha-e-chashm-e-haya se wo mujhe mil raha hai aaj 'najmi' mujh ko inam-e-ghazal

mujh ko shaer na kaho 'mir' ki sahab main ne dard o ghham kitne kiye jama to divan kiya

call me not a poet, miir, a million sorrows i have collected to produce a meer frames poetry as the distilled record of lived suffering, not a proud title. the “divan” is portrayed as an archive made by collecting grief piece by piece. the emotional core is modesty mixed with a quiet insistence: his art is earned through pain. the metaphor turns personal wounds into literary wealth.

apni rusvai tire naam ka charcha dekhun ik zara sher kahun aur main kya kya dekhun

sher dar-asl hain vahi 'hasrat' sunte hi dil men jo utar jaaen

ghhazal ka sher to hota hai bas kisi ke liye magar sitam hai ki sab ko sunana padta hai

bandish-e-alfaz jadne se nagon ke kam nahin shairi bhi kaam hai 'atish' murassa-saz ka

hai mashq-e-sukhan jaari chakki ki mashaqqat bhi ik turfa tamasha hai 'hasrat' ki tabiat bhi

rahta sukhan se naam qayamat talak hai 'zauq' aulad se rahe yahi do pusht chaar pusht

the poet contrasts the permanence of artistic creation with the transience of biological lineage. while descendants can only preserve a family name for a short time, literature and poetry grant the creator a form of immortality that lasts until the end of the world. it suggests that intellectual legacy is far superior to physical lineage.

hazaron sher mere so gae kaghhaz ki qabron men ajab maan huun koi bachcha mira zinda nahin rahta

apne lahje ki hifazat kijiye sher ho jaate hain na-malum bhi

log kahte hain ki fann-e-shairi manhus hai sher kahte kahte main deputy collector ho gaya

vahi rah jaate hain zabanon par sher jo intikhab hote hain

ye shairi ye kitaben ye ayaten dil ki nishaniyan ye sabhi tujh pe varna hongi

sau sher ek jalse men kahte the ham 'amir' jab tak na sher kahne ka ham ko shuur tha

zindagi bhar ki kamai yahi misre do-char is kamai pe to izzat nahin milne vaali

hamare sher hain ab sirf dil-lagi ke 'asad' khula ki faeda arz-e-hunar men khaak nahin

the poet speaks with bitter clarity: once he sought recognition through poetry, but experience has taught him that displaying talent brings no reward. so he reframes his verses as mere “pastime,” a protective lowering of expectations. the phrase “khak” (dust) stresses utter worthlessness, turning the couplet into a confession of disillusionment with worldly appreciation.

sukhan men sahl nahin jaan nikal kar rakhna ye zindagi hai hamari sambhal kar rakhna

khushk seron tan-e-shaer ka lahu hota hai tab nazar aati hai ik misra-e-tar ki surat