69 IN EVERY STREET I SEE MY HOME

69  IN EVERY STREET I SEE MY HOME

Whenever there’s someone in the street
I hear the sound of your dainty feet

In a foreign place, and when I roam
In every street I see my home

But in the saloon whenever I go
The ladies there all tell me – no

And when I want to be in a shrine
There entry to me they simply decline

And if I go there, FAIZ, in my rags
I become the target of jokes and gags

                        URDU POEM
                          GHAZAL

Her simt pareeshaan teri aamad kay qareenay
Dhoakay diaay kya kya hamaen baad e sahari nay

Her manzil e ghurbat pay gumaan hota hay ghar ka
Behlaaya hay her gaam bohat dar ba dari nay

Thay bazm maen sab dood e sar e bazm say shaadaan
Baikaar jalaaya hamaen roshannazari nay

Maikhaanay maen aajiz huay aazurdadili say
Masjid ka na rakhhkhha humaen aashuftasari nay

Yeh jaama e sadchaak badal laenay maen kya tha
Mohlat hi na di, FAIZ, kabhee bakhiagari nay