هُن جو مقدر هيءُ ڇو آهي؟
ڪُتن کان ٿو پاڻ بچائي..
ڪچري ۾ ٿو جيون ڳولي..
مقدر هن جو هيءُ ڇو آهي؟
ڄمندي ئي هو مهڻا ماڻي..
هر اک ۾ آ نفرت هُن لئهءِ؟
جيون هُنَ جو نفرت بڻجي،
ڳليءَ ڳليءَ پروان چڙهي ٿو..
اندر جو حيوان وڌي ٿو..
هُن کي جڏهن بُکَ ستائي
پنهنجو ٿو هو هٿ وڌائي،
ذِلتَ جي، هو موٽَ ٿو کائي..
ڪيئن نه پوءِ هو باغي ٿيندو..
جوالا اکين ۾ هُن جي اهڙي،
ڄڻ آ ڪا سنگين اکين ۾..
هُن سان ڪوئي اک ملائي؟
اهڙي ڪنهن ۾ طاقت ناهي
مُکڙو هن جو گلڙن جهڙو،
ميرو ٿيو تنهنجي من جهڙو،
توکي نيندو، مون کي نيندو..
هُن جي ڪو تقدير بنائي؟
ڪنهن وٽ اهڙو جادو آهي؟
هُن جي هٿ ۾ پٿر آهي
ڪُتن کان ٿو پاڻ بچائي...
Why His Fortune Is This?
He has stone in his hands
to protect himself from dogs…!
Finds life in garbage
Why his fortune is this
Since birth he bears taunt and ridicule
Hatred for him is in every eye
He grows in streets
like hatred
beast grows within him
When hunger torments him
before me spread his hands
and receives disgraceful looks
Such a firebrand was in his eyes
He will turn to be rebel
as bayonet was in his eyes
can anyone look into his eyes?
No one is courageous
His face is soft like flowers
but it’s dirty as your heart is
if such is behavior with him of society
He will drown you, he will drown me
Is someone to make his fate?
Has someone such magic?
He has stone in his hands
to protect himself from dogs