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

khulta kisi pe kyuun mire dil ka moamla sheron ke intikhab ne rusva kiya mujhe

the poet wonders how his hidden love or inner turmoil became public knowledge, as he had guarded it carefully. he realizes that the specific poems he chose to recite or quote betrayed him; their content mirrored his own situation so perfectly that his listeners immediately understood his secret state, leading to his social exposure.

ashar mire yuun to zamane ke liye hain kuchh sher faqat un ko sunane ke liye hain

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

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

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.

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

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

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

kahin kahin se kuchh misre ek-adh ghhazal kuchh sher is punji par kitna shor macha sakta tha main

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

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

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

rah-e-mazmun-e-taza band nahin ta qayamat khula hai bab-e-sukhan

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

khulta kisi pe kyuun mire dil ka moamla sheron ke intikhab ne rusva kiya mujhe

the poet wonders how his hidden love or inner turmoil became public knowledge, as he had guarded it carefully. he realizes that the specific poems he chose to recite or quote betrayed him; their content mirrored his own situation so perfectly that his listeners immediately understood his secret state, leading to his social exposure.

ashar mire yuun to zamane ke liye hain kuchh sher faqat un ko sunane ke liye hain

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

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

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

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

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

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

kahin kahin se kuchh misre ek-adh ghhazal kuchh sher is punji par kitna shor macha sakta tha main

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

saada samjho na inhen rahne do divan men 'amir' yahi ashar zabanon pe hain rahne vaale

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

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

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

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

sher se shairi se darte hain kam-nazar raushni se darte hain