Seraiki dard poetry sad poetry || sad poetry shakir shuja abadi

Kamp Uthti Hooon Main Ye Sooch Ke Tanhai Mai

Mere Chehre Pey Tera Naam Na Parh Le Koi

Raat Ke Shayad aek Baje Hain

Sota Hoga Mera Chaand

Jaise Ho Umar Bhaar Ka Asasa Ghareeb Ka

Kuch Is Tarah Sey Main Ne Sambhale Tumhare Khat

Ab Kar K Faramoosh To Nashad Karooge

Par Hum Jo Na Honge To Bohut Yaad Karoge

Un Ke Dekhne Se Jo Aa Jaati Hai Munh Par Ronaq,

Wo Samajhte Hain Ke Bimar KA Hal Acha Hai

Taab Laaye Hi Banegi ‘Ghaalib’

Waqia Sakht Hai Aur Jaan Aziz..

Kahan Mai-Khana Ka Darwaza ‘Ghaalib’ Aur Kahan Waiz

Par Itna Jantay Hain Kal Wo Jaata Tha K Hum Nikle

Log Kehte Hain Tum Thora Badal Gaye Ho,

Batao Tute Huye Patte Rang Bhi Na Badle Kya?

Ajab Saneha Hai K Itni Be Rukhy K Bawajood Bhi Woh Sang Dil,

Mere Dil Main Utarta Gaya, Mere Dil Se Nahi Utara