Khoosboo is mitti mein ab kheton ki kahan hain,
Wo sab majhabon ka bhaichara kahan hain. Saja-si lagti hai mujhe ye mere desh kee, Ki dhoondta hoon ki mere Hindustaan me Hindustaan kahan hai. Jannat ke jaisa jiska har manjar hota tha, Naqaab ke sath bhi wo sabse sunder hota tha, Aansu bahte the kuch bhi galat ko hote dekh, Na bahte to aankhon me samunder hota tha. Sanskaro me lipta ek insaan hota tha, Desh ko khuda man-ne wala ek jahan hota tha, Kabhi na bikne wala wo imaan kahan hai, Ki dhoondta hoon ki mere Hindustaan me Hindustaan kahan hai. EK khwab me dekha tha ek raat jo maine, Lade the do majhab jab mere saamne, Hindu mara to kyun ya allah wo kah gya, Muslim kee zubaan se kyun hey ram nikal gya. Muslim ke sath chalne wala ek hindu hota tha, Hindu ke sath jeene wala ek musalmaan hota tha, Hindu-muslim me bataa wo insaan kahan hai, Ki dhoondta hoon ki mere Hindustaan me Hindustaan kahan hai. Jahan lade the inquilabi desh ki aazadi ke khatir, Wahan jee rahe hain hum aaj bas apne khatir, Jago mere desh ke raahgiro, tum muqaami ho, Hindustaan ke liye jeene wale, tum Hindustaani ho. Soorat humein is desh ki aaj badalni hai, Izzat iski fir se wahi karni hai, Jatn itna karo ki log puchhe tera jahan kahan hai, Aur tum garv se kah sako ki mere Hindustaan me Hindustaan jahan hai. #arshaikhpoetry
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