Lucknow ek shehar nahi,
ek lehja hai jo dheere bolta hai.
Yahan alfaaz pehle jhukte hain,
phir baat aage badhti hai.
Subah ki hawa mein ittar ghula hota hai,
aur shaam ki chai mein tehzeeb.
Sadkon par chalti hai rawani,
jaise ghazal apni beher mein ho.
Imambara ki deewaron ne
sabr aur dua dono dekhe hain,
Rumi Darwaza se guzarte hue
har musafir ne apni anaa chhodi hai.
Yahan mohabbat bhi tameez se hoti hai—
nazron mein sharm,
lafzon mein adab,
aur judaai mein bhi shikayat kam hoti hai.
Lucknow ne humein ye sikhaya
ke khoobsurti sirf chehron mein nahi,
rawaiyyon mein hoti hai.
Aur izzat wo virasat hai
jo bina awaaz ke mehsoos hoti hai.
Ye shehar dil pe haath rakh kar kehta hai:
“Pehlay insaan bano,
baqi sab baad mein.”

















