نعت شریف

خاکِ کفِ پا اُن کی اور اُس پہ جبیں میری
اے کاش نکل جائے اب جان یہیں میری

بے بس ہوں تڑپتا ہوں گُنبد کی زیارت کو
فریاد ذرا سن لو خضریٰ کے مکیں میری

بے صوت ہے گُنبدِ جاں ‘بے نام ہے کتبہ¿ روح
آ باد ہو بستی ¿ دل ‘اے عرش نشیں میری

دیکھ آیا ہوں روضے کو‘ چوم آیا ہوں جالی کو
کیونکر نہ بلائیں لے اب فلک ِ بریں میری

آنا تو ہے تُو نے اجل ‘اُس وقت ہی آ جانا
جب خاک ِ مدینہ پر رکھی ہو جبیں میری

علم اور محبت کا مرکز ہو یہ ارضِ وطن
یہ آرزو ہو پوری‘ شہ¿ِ دین ِ متیں میری

آقا کی جو مدحت ہے ‘ اُ ن کی ہی عنایت ہے
اِک لفظ بھی خود کہنا ‘ اوقات نہیں میری

عبدالرزّاق

Wasif Ali Wasif (15 January 1929 – 18 January 1993) was a teacher, writer, poet and sufi from Pakistan. He was famous for his unique literary style. He used to write short pieces of prose on topics like love, life, fortune, fear, hope, expectation, promise, prayer, happiness, sorrow and so on. He was the regularcolumnist of Pakistan Urdu Newspaper Nawa-i-Waqt. In his life most of his columns were combined to form books with his own selected title. He did poetry inUrdu and Punjabi languages. Probably no contemporary Urdu writer is more cited in quotations than he is. Later years he used to answer questions in specially arranged gatherings at Lahore attended by the notable community. Some of these sessions were recorded in audio and were later published asGuftgoo (talk) series. His mehfils never had a set subject nor did he lecture on chosen topics. His way was to ask people if they had questions and then he responded to these in his highly original style. He has left behind about 40 books to his credit and his thought was more on mysticism, spirituality and humanity.

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