Mother - Woman

Mout Ki Aaghosh Main Jab Thak Ke Soo Jati Hai Maa

Tab Kahi JaKar 'Raza' Thora Suku Pati Hai Maa

 

Fikr Main Bachoon Ki Kuch Is Terha Ghul Jati Hai Maa

Nojawaan Hotay Huwe Boodhi Nazar Aati Hai Maa

Rooh Ke Rishtay Ki Yeah Gehrayean To Daikheye
Choot Lagti Hai Humaray Aur Chillati Hai Maa

 

 

Oadthi hai hasrathoan ka khud to bosida kafan

chahatoan ka payrahan bachoan ko pehnathi hai maa

 

Ek ek hasrath ko apne azm wo istekhal se Anso'oan se

ghusl de ker khud hi dhafna thi hai maa

 

Bhuka rehne hi nahi dethi yateemon ko khabhi

Jane kiskis se kahan se mang kar lati hai maa

 

Haddiyoon Ka Ras Pila kar Apnay Dil Ke Chain Ko

Kitnee Hi Ratoon Mai Khali Pait Soo Jati Hai Maa

Jane Kitne Barf Si Ratoon Me Aysa Bhi Hua
Bacha To Chaati Pe Hai Gelay Main Soo Jati hai Maa

 

Jab Khilone Ko Machalta Hai Koie Ghurbat Ka Phool

Aansoon Ke Saaz Par Bachay Ko Behlati Hai Maa

Fiker Ke Shamshaan Me Aakhir Chitaoon Ki Terha
Jaisai Sookhi Lakdeyaan, Is Terha Jal Jati Hai Maa

 

Bhook se majboor ho kar mahmaan kai samne

mangtea bachche jab roti to sharmati hai Maa

 

Zindigi ki siskiyaan sun kar hoos ai shahar se

 Bhookai bachchoon ki giza apna kafan lati hai Maa

 

Muflisi bache ki zid par jab utha leti hai haath

Jaisea  ho mujrim koi is tarha sharmati hai maa

 

Apnay Aanchal Se Gulabi Aansuoon Ko Poonch Kar

 Dair Tak Gurbat Pe Apne Ashk Barsati Hai Maa

 

samne Bachoon Ke Khush Rahti Hai Har Ik Haal Main

Raat Ko Chup Chup Ke Laikin Ashk Bersati Hai Maa

 

Kab Zarurat Ho Meri Bachay Ko Itna Sooch Kar

Jaagti Rehti Hain Aankhain Aur Soo Jati Hai Ma

Pehlay Bachoon Ko Khilati Hai Sukoon-o-Chain Se
Baad Mai Jo Kuch Bacha ho Shouk Se Khati Hai Maa

 

Mangti Hi Kuch Nahi ApnaeaLeye ALLAH Se

 Apnea Bachoon Ke Leye Daman Ko Phailati Hai Maa

 

De ek bimaar bachche ko duain aur dwa

sarhanea  hi rakh kai sar kadmoon pa so jati hai Maa

 

 

Jane Anjane me hojaye jo bachoan se khusoor

Ek anjaani sazaa ke dar se tharrathi hai maa

 

Gar Javan Baiti Ho Ghar Main Aur Koie Rishta Na Ho

Ek Naye Ehsas Ki Suli Pe Chard Jati Hai Maa

 

Har Eebadat Har Mohabbat Mai Nihan Hai

Ek Gharaz Be-Gharaz, Be-Lous, Har Khidmat Ko Kar Jati Hai Maa

Apne bachoan ki bahaar-e-zindagi ke waste
Ansooan ke phool har mausam me barsati hai maa

 

 

Zindigi bhar beenti hai khaar rahe zeest se

jate jate naimate firdos de jati hai Maa

 

Bazuwoon Me Khinch Ke Aajayegi Jaise Kayenat

Apnai Bachay Ke Leye Bahoon Ko Phailati Hai Maa

 

Ek ek hamle se bachche ko bahanai kai liya

 Dhall banti hai khabhi talwar baan jati hai Maa

 

Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Mai

Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa

Pyar Kehtai Hain Kise Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa

 

Pehle dil ko saaf kar ke khoob apnai khoon se

 dharkanoo pa kalma-e-tawheed likh jati hai Maa

 

Safha-e-Hasti Pe Likhti Hai Usool-e-Zindagi

 Is Liye Ek Maktab-e-Islam Kehlati Hai Maa

Us Nayi Duniya Ko Diye Masoom Rahber Is Leye
Azmatoon Me Sani-e-Quran Kehlati Hai Maa

 

Ghar Se Jab Pardes JaTa Hai Koie Noor-e-Nazar

Haath Main Qur'an Le Kar Dar Pe Aajati Hai Maa

De Ke Bachay Ko Zamanat Main Raza-e-Pak Ki
Peechay Peechay Sar Jhookaye Door Tak Jaati Hai Maa

 

Kanpti Aawaz Sai Khaiti Hai "Baita alwida"

Samne Jab Tak Rahe Haatoon Ko Lehrati Hai Maa

 

Ris ne lagta hai poranai zakhm se taza lahoo

Hasratoon ki bolti tasveer ban jati hai Maa

 

Jab Parayshani Me Ghir Jate Hain Hum Pardes Me

Aanso Ko Poanch Ne Khwaboo Me Aajati Hai Maa

 

Lout kai wapas safar se jab bhi ghar aate hain hum

Daal kar bahain gale main sar ko sehlati hai Maa

 

Aisa lagta hai kai jaise aagea firdoos me

 bhinch kar bahoon main jab seenai se liptati hai Maa

 

Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aane Main Aksar Jab Hamain

 Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa

Marte Dam Bacha Na aapaya agar Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa

 

Baad Mar Janaea Ke Phir Baite Ki Khidmat Ke Leye

 Bhes Beti Ka Badal Kar Ghar Main Aajati Hai Maa

 

Hum blaaoo main kahin ghirtea hain to be iktiyaar

khair ho bachche ki kah kai dar pa aa jati hai Maa

 

Door ho jata hai jab aankhoon se godi ka lal

 Dil ko hathoon se pakar kai ghar ko aa jati hai Maa

 

Doosrea hi din se rahti hai khatoon ki muntazir

 Dar pa aahat ho hwa se bhi to aa jati hai Maa

 

Chahe hum khushyoun me maa ko bhool jayen doasto

 Jab musibat sar pe aati hai tho yaad aati hai maa

 

Door Ho Jati Hai Sari Omr Ki Us Dum Thakan

Biyah Kar Betay Ka Jab Ghar Bahu Lati Hai Maa

Cheen lati hai wohi aksar sukoon-e-zindagi
Pyar se dhulhan bana kar jis ko ghar lati hai maa

 

Phair laaatea hai nazar jis waqt baita aur bahu

 ajnabi apne hi ghar hai baan jati hai Maa

 

Hamne ye bhi tho nahi soachan alaag hone ke baad

Jab diya hi khuch nahi ham ne tho kya khati hai maa

 

Zabt tho dakho ke itni berukhi ke baujood

Bd dua deti hai hargis aur na pashtati hai maa

 

Allah Allah bhool kar ek sitam ko raat din

pooti poote se shakista dil ko behlati hai Maa

 

Baita kitna hi bora ho par parosan kai hozoor

 Rook kar jazbaat ko baitai kai gun gati hai Maa

 

Shadiyaan kar kar kai bachche ja basai pardes mai

Dil khatoon se aur tasveeron se bahlati hai Maa

 

Apne sinai par rakhai hai kainatai zindigi

Ye zamin is wastai ae dost kahlati hai Maa

 

Saal bhar me ya khabhi hafte me jumeraat ko

 Zindagi bhar ka sila ek Fateha pati hai maa

 

Gumraahi ki gard jam jai na merai chand par

Barishe imaan main yoon roz nehlati hai Maa

 

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,
You know me not for what's inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
My body's not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave,
It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,
" O ye women, wrap close your cloak, So you won't be bothered by
ignorant folk",
Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's a Law from God that I obey,
Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,
For liberation is what I've got,
It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
I can climb mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islam,
To You and Me!