Aaj ke is insaan ko ye kyaa ho gayaa,
iskaa puraanaa pyaar kahaan par kho gayaa.
Kaisi ye manhoos ghadi hai, bhaaiyon mei jang chidi hai,
Kahin par khoon, kahin par jwaalaa, jaane kyaa hai hone waalaa,
Sab kaa maathaa aaj jhukaa hai, aazaadi kaa juloos rukaa hai,
Chaaron ore dagaa hee dagaa hai, har chhure par khoon lagaa hai,
Aaj dukhi hai jantaa saari, rote hain laakhon nar naari,
Rote hain aangan galiyaare, rote aaj mohalle saare,
Roti Salmaa, roti hai Seeta, rote hain Quraan aur Geeta
Aaj Himaalay chillaataa hai, kahaan puraanaa wo naataa hai,
Das diyaa saare desh ko zehreele naagon ne,
Ghar ko lagaa dee aag ghar ke chiraagon ne.
Apnaa desh wo desh thhaa bhaai, laakhon baar musibat aayee,
Insaanon ne jaan ganwaayee, par bahanon ki laaj bachaayee,
Lekin ab wo baat kahaan hai ab to kewal ghaat yahaan hai,
Chal rahee hai ultee hawaayen, kaanp rahee thhar thhar ablaayen,
Aaj har ek aanchal ko hai khatraa, aaj har ghunghat ko hai khatraa,
Khatre mei hai laaj bahan kee, khatre mei hai chudiyaan dulhan kee,
Dartee hai har paanw ki paayal, aaj kaheen ho naa jaaye ghaayal,
Aaj salaamat naa koi ghar hai, sab ko lut jaane kaa dar hai,
Humne apne watan ko dekhaa, aadmi ke patan ko dekhaa,
Aaj to bahanon par bhee humlaa hotaa hai,
Duur kisi kone mei majhab rotaa hai.
Kiske sar ilzaam dharen hum, aaj kahaan fariyaad karen hum?
Karte hai jo aaj ladaai, sub ke sub hain apne hee bhaai,
Sub ke sub yahaan apraadhi, haay mohabbat sub ne bhulaa dee,
Aaj bahee jo khoon ki dhaaraa, doshi uskaa samaaj hai saaraa,
Suno zara o sunne waalon, aasmaan par nazar ghumaa lo,
Ek gagan mei karoron taare, rahte hain hil mil kar saare,
Kabhi naa wo aapas mei ladte, kabhi naa dekhaa unko jhagadte,
Kabhi nahin wo chhure chalaate, kabhi nahin kisi kaa khoon bahaate,
Lekin is insaan ko dekho, dharti ki santaan ko dekho,
Kitnaa hai ye haay kameenaa, is ne laakhon kaa sukh chheenaa,
Kee hai isne aaj jo tabaahee, denge uskee ye mulk gawaahee,
Aapas kee ye dushmani kaa ye anjaam huaa,
Duniyaa hansne lagi desh badnaam huaa.
Kaisaa ye khatre kaa fazal hai, aaj hawaaon mei bhee zahar hai,
Kahin bhee dekho baat yahee hai, haay bhayaanak raat yahee hai,
Maut ke saaye hain ghar ghar mei, kab kya hogaa kise khabar hai,
Bund hain khidki, bund hain dwaare, baithe hain sab darr ke mare,
Kyaa hogaa in bechaaron kaa, kyaa hogaa in laachaaron kaa,
Inkaa sub kuch kho saktaa hai, in par humlaa ho saktaa hai,
Koi rakshak nazar aataa naheen, khoyaa hai aakaash mei daataa,
Ye kyaa haal huaa apne sansaar kaa,
Nikal rahaa hai aaj zanaazaa pyaar kaa.
What has happened to this human race of today, Where has his old love gotten lost?
What wretched time this is with battles raging between brothers; There is blood ad there is fire, who knows what can happen? Everyone’s head is bowed in servitude, independence is lost. All around there is treachery and daggers with blood. Today all is sad and thousands are crying. Even the courtyards and alleys and neighborhoods are crying, The historic Salma and Seeta are crying; the Quraan and Geeta are crying; Even the Himalayas shout in anguish about the old relationship between people. The entire country seems as though bitten by poisonous snakes and homes seem to be set on fire by their own lamps.
At one time, when difficulties arose, we looked after each other. Men sacrificed their lives so as to protect the honor of their sisters. That seems lost now and all that is left are wounds. The wind seems to be blowing backward and women shiver in fear. The aanchal and the veil are in danger and the sister’s honor is threatened. The auspicious bangles and anklets of bridehood are in danger. No home seems safe and everyone is fearful of being robbed. We are seeing the downfall of humanity and while sisters are disrespected, in some corners even religion cries.
Who can we blame? Who can we appeal to? Those who are fighting are all our very own brothers. All are guilty of forgetting that we can love each other. The blame for the spilled blood is on all of us. For those who listen, look at the sky – there in one sky there are billions of stars and all live together without fighting or spilling each other’s blood. But, looking at the evil of us humans we see the stolen happiness, the devastation of the country, and the enmity for each other. The world laughs at us as we destroy the reputation of our country.
Let us heed the poison in the wind. See the horrifying sight in all directions. See the shadow of death at our doorsteps while everyone is sitting scared with closed windows and doors. What will happen to our poor, scared people? They can lose everything if attacked. No protector is in sight, no leader is in sight as even God seems lost in the sky. Today we see life as the funeral procession of what was once brotherly love in society.
Amar rahe yeh pyar, 1961; by Kavi Pradeep
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