by Radha » Mon Jul 08, 2002 5:12 pm
CRICKET KE UPAR EK CHEEZ YAAD AAYI, AAP SHAHED BHAIMIYA AND Kulcha Hyderabadi KE NAAM.
bezaar hogaye the jo shayar hayaath se,
khel liya cricket ka match shayeraat se,
waqif na the jo dosto aurat ki zaat se,
chouke laga rahe the khayaloun me raat ke,
aayi jo subho to raat ke naqshe bigad gaye,
are surroun se hum gariboun ke naqshe bigad gaye,
naaz o adaa o husn ne jaadu jaga diye,
pehle to opener ki hi chakke chuRha diye,
onedown par jo aaye to stump uda diye,
raah e faraar ke to raste mitaa diye,
wo catch very low tha magar bedhadak liya,
eik mohtaram ko eik ne gully my lapak liya,
parioun ke jis tarah se pare koh e qaaf par,
eik long on par thi to eik long off par,
eik thi cover me to eik hasinaa midoff par,
jo short pitch thi gaind to aati thi naaf par,
tehre na crease par jo thay bade bade,
mujh jaise teem taam to wicktoun par gir pade,
wo laal gaind phool ho jaise gulaab ka,
dast e naaz me ho jaise saghar sharaab ka,
sayaa hawa me naachtaa tha aftaab ka,
bouncer me saara zoar tha husn o shabaab ka,
aise bhi apne ishq me maidaan banate the,
umpire har appeal pe ungli uthate the,
jab baal phenkti thi wo gesu sanwaar ke,
nazdeek aur aate the halaat haar ke,
kehte the match dekhne waale pukaar ke,
ustaad jaa rahe hain shab e ghum guzaar ke,
ustaad keh rahe thay ke phitkaar match par,
do do jhapat rahi hain sharifoun ki catch par,