Manzil pe ayee Qaum har Bala ko Taal ke
Barson ke bad phir Uray Parcham Hilaal ke
Hum Laye hain Toofan se Kashti Nikaal ke
Is Mulk ko Rakhna Mere Bachon Sambhal ke
Barson ke Bad phir Uray Parcham Hilaal ke
Is Mulk ko Rakhna mere Bachon Sambhal ke
Dekho kaheen Ujraay na hamara yeh Bagheecha
Is ko Lahoo se Apne Saheedon ne hai Seencha
Is ko Bachaana Jan Museebat mai Daal ke
Is Mulk ko rakhna mere Bacchon Sambhal ke
Dunya ki Siyasat ke Ajab Rang hain yaaray
Chalna hai magar Tum ko to Qur'an ke Saharay
Har Aik Qadam uthana zara Dekh Bhaal ke
Is Mulk ko Rakhna Mere Bacchon Sambhaal ke
Tum Rahat-o-Aaram ke Jhoolay mai na Jhoolo
Kanton pe hai Chalna mere Hnastay huwe Phoolon
Lena Abhi Kashmir hai Yeh Baat na Bhoolo
Yeh Baat na Bhoolo Yeh Baat na Bhoolo
Kashnir pe Lehrana hai Jhanda Uchhaal ke
Is Mulk ko Rakhna Mere Bacchon Sambhaal ke
Hum laye hain Tufaan se Kashti nikal ke
Is Mulk ko Rakhna mere Bacchon Sambhaal ke
Paansay Sab hi Ulat gaye Dushman ki Chaal ke
Khelain hain Hum ne Khel Kuch Aise Kamal k
For the poor, pillows, mattresses, blankets and duvets are a luxury, not a necessity.
The trash we get rid of, from our homes, is ceremoniously ploughed through by these paupers, who try to extricate any useful scraps from it.
Yes – this is a man asleep on the pavement in Saddar (downtown).
There is a satirical irony in this photograph, with that particular graffiti on the wall behind these youths.
When we handed over some leftover food to this boy, he immediately sat down to eat it.
That is sewage just below his feet on the road, but he didn’t seem to care.
For them, the pavement serves as a bed for a night’s sleep.
Falling asleep “on the job”.
Someone gives out free food in our neighborhood, for which the poor line up like this, opposite Zamzama Park’s main gate.
The poor kids enjoy some cricket while they wait for ‘lunch’.
It looks like simple lentils (daal) with naan bread.
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