Urdu Musha'era/ Hindi Kavi Sammelan
On the theme of Pluralism on June 29, 2013
Richardson, Civic Center
www.UrduHindi.net
Poet: Taj Hashmi
On the theme of Pluralism on June 29, 2013
Richardson, Civic Center
www.UrduHindi.net
Poet: Taj Hashmi
Khuda Ka Ghar
Woh masjid meiN sunta
hai, mandir meiN nahiN
GirjoN meiN rahta hai,
synagoge ya gurdwaroN meiN nahiN
He only listens to you in the mosque, not in the temple
He lives in the church, never in the synagogue or gurdwara
(Sikh temple) at all
ArsoN se sunta aya
hoon, ehi baat apne buzorgoN sey
Hamara rasta hi jannat
ka rasta, sewae iske aur koi nahiN
I have been hearing this from my elders, for ages
Only a Muslim is entitled to the paradise, never anyone else
Apne ghar ke rastey? –
woh to kai haiN, har ek ko jaanta hooN
achhi tarah
Sarak ek hi jati hai
Ghar-e-Khuda ko, main to yeh manta nahiN
I know all the roads and lanes to my house
How absurd, only one road goes to God’s place!
Sab ke chhatoN par aur
kehtoN meiN pani barsata hai Khuda
Woh to yeh nahiN
poochhta, “Tu ne mujhey aaj yaad kiya
hai ya nahiN”?
When He showers rain, it happens on every rooftop, no garden
is out of its way
God never asks the silly question: “Did you remember me
today?”
Hadd hai, manne waloN
ko bhi pani milta hai, shifa dilata hai woh har ek mareez ko
Bhuk to imaan waloN ko
bhi lagti hai, bhookey sirf be-imaan hi nahiN marte
Is it too much, believers get water and non-believers get
cured too?
Believers also get hungry, not only non-believers die
without food
Muhabbat o gham, sardi
o garmi, firqat o wisal haiN sab ke liye
Nasal o rang, dharam o
mazhab, qaumiyat ka sawal Khuda to poochhta nahiN
Love and sorrow, winter and summer, separation and union are
there for all
Race, colour, creed and sect, nationality of yours God’s
never asks at all
Tum kaun hotey ho
poochhne waley, “bata tera dharam kiya hai, tu kala hai ya gora”?
Tum to na waqif nikley,
Ghalib kahte haiN yeh andaaz-e-guftugu achha nahiN
Who are you to ask me: “Tell me what is your religion, are
you Black or White?”
You are ignorant but Ghalib knew, this is an indecent way of
talking to someone
Mahanga hai woh phal,
nafrat se jise ugate ho tum, khud apne angan meiN
MuhabbateiN, qarar,
etbaar o hibb-e-insani, maa ka pyar kabhi bhi nayyab nahiN
That fruit is beyond your reach, what you grow in your
backyard with hate
Love, peace, faith, love for humanity, mother’s affection
are not difficult to get
Nayyab to haiN woh log
jo masjidoN mein bhi milte haiN
GirjoN, butkhanoN aur
gurdwaroN mey bhi
It is difficult indeed! Seeing the same people visiting the
mosque
Church, temple and gurdwara as well
KiuN na Khuda miley
girja, synagogue ya mandir ki dahlij meiN?
Sirf mullah nahiN,
padri o panditji, guruji bhi to sach kahte hongey?
Why can’t I get God in the church, synagogue or temple?
Only the mullah is right, the father, the pundit or the guru
can be right as well!
Khuda nahiN khudai,
dharam nahiN dharam ko farokht karte haiN jo loge
Aag lagate hain
ghar-ghar, baghoN mein, masjidoN, GirjoN butkhanoN meiN
Not God but His creation, not religion but those who sell it
They are the ones who set fire to houses, gardens, mosques,
churches and temples too
Pareshaan hooN,
Pasheman hoon, jheNp sa gaya hooN, meri to koyi sunta nahiN
Khudai ek ho aur Khuda
ho sabke apne apne, yeh baat to Taj mere palle ki nahiN
Perturbing it is indeed shameful! I am very embarrassed; no
one listens to me any more
I don’t get it Taj, only one universe but so many Gods for
everyone!
Zamin o asmanoN meiN
ho Khuda, kahkashoN se dur, ragistanoN mein woh rahta hai
Phir Khana-e-Khuda pe
yeh bahas kaisa, jhagre ki jarr se main waqif
nahiN
God is there on earth and heavens, in the deserts beyond the
Milky Way
What is this debate about the House of God, I don’t see the
root cause, anyway
Clarksville, Tennessee, 11th June, 2013
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