A Republic Day Special this –
Wo kehte hain mera watan,
ab nahi raha Iqbal ka chaman,
mere zehen me jhank ke dekho zara,
aaj bhi hai wo jazba, wo nazaara,
jab har dil me ek hi baat hoti thi,
mohabbat sirf ek tarah ki hoti thi,
jasbat wahi naye andaaz me jhalakte hain,
jab kadam Dhvajvandan ki or badhte hain.
kehta hai Tiranga dekhkar apni azaad avaam,
bas jung-e-azaadi me nahi the muhib-e-watan,
uss anjaan shaheed ki ilamat hai har wo insaan,
asar-o-rasokh na kare jisko apna rutba-e-hum-watan,
mahej insaan se salook kare jaise insaan………..
zinda hain, kuch galiyon me aise chand bashinde,
jo lautayenge is gulistaan ko uske nayaab parindey,
aur wo kehte hain mera watan,
ab nahi raha Iqbal ka chaman!
zehen – conscious, jazba- emotion, jung-e-azaadi – freedom struggle, muhib-e-watan – patriots, mahej – only, bashinde – inhabitants (here – citizens), gulistaan – garden, parindey – birds (here, the peace pigeons signifying good citizens), nayaab – rare, asar-o-rasokh – influence
The general idea of the poem is –
Some claim that India is no longer the land the great poet Iqbal described as Saare Jahaan Se Achha. I would urge them to look inside my conscious and they will see the same inspired emotion reflecting in my thoughts, which was in the minds of people fighting for India’s struggle; as I walk towards the flag hoisting ground. The emotion is love, there was only one kind of love which existed then and it was for their country. The Tricolour looks proudly at the assembled Avaam, it’s free citizens and addresses them saying,”It is not only in the freedom struggle that patriotism manifested itself. They were not the only patriots, the people who laid down their lives in the freedom struggle. The season of patriotism is not over. Each one of my citizens, who treats his fellow citizens with equality – without being influenced by his status, symbolizes the unknown freedom fighters of that era.” There are exist (even though few) citizens like this, who live in the bylanes of this country. They have vowed to bring back the rare species of such patriots. And they still say, my country is not Iqbal’s Hindustan anymore?!
Got a message from Deepika, my school friend of many years, staying in the city, saying “Mil jaye uljhanon se fursat to zara sochna, kya sirf fursaton me yaad karne tak ka rishta hai hum se?! ”
It so happens that we do think of our friends during the day, talk about them with different friends but somehow, the quintessential calling/messaging thing doesn’t happen for a few days on end. This one’s for all my friends who have this ‘gila’ with me 🙂
Uljhein hon rozmarra ke fizul kaamon mein,
ya fursat mein sapno ke gul khilaney mein,
dost tum hameshaa zehen mein rehtein ho,
hum aajkal hain mushroof tum kehtein ho…..
A ji hum paigam parindo ko de dete hain –
subaha jo mehfil tumhare aangan mein ye sajaate hai,
tumhari yaad mein likhi hamari ghazal hi to sunaate hain,
tumhari yaad mein likhi hamari…….ghazal hi to sunaate hain!