Bhut sajaye the ankhon main khwaab main ne bhi
Bhut sajaye the ankhon main khwaab main ne bhi
Sahe hain us ke liye yeh azaab main ne bhi
Judaiyon ke khalish us ne bhi Na zahir ke
Chupaye apne ghum-o-iztaraab main ne bhi
Deye bujha ke sir-e-shaam soo giya tah who
Betaii soo ke shab-e-mehtaab main ne bhii
Yahi nahi keh mujhe us ne dard-e-hijr diya
Judaiyon ka diya hai jaavab main ne bhii
Kissi ne khoon se tir chooryan jo beghii hain
Likhe hai khoon-e-jegar se kitaab main ne bhi
Khezaan ka waar bhut kaargir tha dil pe magar
Bhut bacha ke rakha’ yeh gulaab main ne bhii
Regards,
Sardarzada
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God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife....
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