14 august

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Socho ek raat, gahri khamoshi.

14 August 1947 se pehle yeh sirf ek tareekh thi,
magar us raat yeh tareekh taqdeer ban rahi thi.

Shehron ki galiyan khaali thi.
Hawa mein khauf tha aur logon ke dil bechain ho chuke the.

Station par trains khadi thi,
dabbon mein bhari hui zindagiyan thi.
Logon ke haathon mein thoda sa samaan tha
aur aankhon mein sirf anjaam likha hua tha.

Koi maa apne bachche ko seene se lagaye khadi thi,
aur koi baap khamoshi se aasman ko dekh raha tha.

Har chehra sirf ek hi sawal pooch raha tha,
kya hum bach jayenge.

Us raat log sirf ghar nahi chhod rahe the,
woh apni pehchaan chhod rahe the.
Apna bachpan, apni yaadein, apni zindagi.

Phir andheray ke beech ek awaaz ubhri.
Radio se aati hui awaaz:

Pakistan ek azaad mulk ban chuka hai.

Is awaaz ke saath umeed bhi thi,
aur dard bhi tha.

Khushi ke saath aansu the,
aur azaadi ke saath qurbani thi.
Zameen par khoon tha,
aur hawa mein siskiyan thi.

Yeh mulk sirf alfaaz se nahi bana.
Yeh hijrat se bana, sabr se bana,
aur laakhon qurbanion se bana.

14 August 1947 woh raat thi
jab ek qaum ne andheray mein roshni chuni.

Pakistan sirf ek mulk nahi hai.
Yeh ek wada hai,
jo qurbanion se likha gaya.