A poem written by the poet , Salauddin Parvez ...it is dedicated
to my son Osman when he was two years old..it reflects the bond between my son
Osman and my father,Shamim Hanfi.Osman calls him Baba..
MICHAEL
ANGELO
(Ek nazm kahaani
Shamim Hanfi ke nawase ko dekh kar)
Baba ek lekhak hain
Burdbaar aur mateen
Unke buland maathe par shiv ke maathe ki chaandni
Mehekti rehti hai
Unke shabdon mein
Anginat yugon ke gyan
gagan
Ghan ghan gaajte rehte hain
Us meethi ghan ghan ko sun kar raaj hans
Jaana chaahte hain,jo maansarovar
Kanwal kaliyon ko le kar ur parte hain achaanak
Aasmaan ki taraf
Baba ka ek nawaasa hai,naam hai Osman
Pyaar se sab use Michael Angelo kehte hain
Us ki umr hai kewal do saal
Nayan naqsh mein us ke sansaar bhar ke chitrkaron ke
Sunder bachchon ke chitr baatein karte hue
Saaf sunai dete hain
Michael angelo ka ek shauq hai,ajeeb,bohot ajeeb
Woh duniya bhar ki saari cheezein
Kamre ki khirkiyon se bahar phenk dena chahta hai
Michael Angelo ki naani,isi wajah se
Hamesha,kamron ki saari khirkiyan band rakhti hain
Phir bhi woh jaane kis pal
Koi na koi cheez zaroor khirki se baahar phenk deta hai
Uski is phenka-phenki mein
Baba ke do nazar ke chashme,teen chappalen,
Paanch kitaben,naani ke saat purse,
Ma ke gyaarah hair pins,aur khud uske
Ek sau ek khilone shaamil hain
Un khilonon mein ek remote se control hone waala
Air india ka jahaaz bhi haiaur ek
Battery se chalne wali, japaan ki Suzuki gaari bhi...
Haan ek baat to bataana bhool hi gaya
Idhar kayii dinon se Michael Angelo bolna seekh raha hai
Ab woh koi cheez phenkta hai to ek
Lammmmbi si “”zoom” bharta hai
Aur ek shabd”Ooper” keh ke
Apni sharaarat se sab ko aagaah bhi
Kar deta hai
Woh oope kyun kehta hai!
Maano uske liye prithvi aakaash hai
Aur ghubbaron aur patangon ki tarah
Har cheez us aakaash mein
Urte hue dekhna chaahta hai
Ek din jab maina ki jhari lagi hui thi
Raat ke baarah baje ka samay tha
Michael Angelo ki Ma,Nani,sab so gaye the
Baba bas sone hi waale the apni study mein
Unhon ne kitaab aankhon se hataa ke
Seene pe bichhai thi
Chashma bhi aankhon se utaar ke
Takiye ke neeche rakh diya tha
Ki unhen...
Aahat si hui...deka Michael Angelo
Dabe dabe qadmon mein unki study mein daakhil hoke
Bilkul unke paas aake tehr gaya hai
(study ki khirki khuli hui thi)
Michael Angelo ne kai baar Baba ko hilaya
Jaag to nahin rahe woh...lekin Baba to
Use dekhte hi sone ki acting karne lege the
Michael Angelo ko jab poori tarha ho gaya itmenaan
Woh so rahe hain...usne apni nanhi munni baahon mein
Baba ke bade se wajood ko
Is tarha uthane ki koshish ki jaise woh unhein
Khirki se baahar phenk dena chaahta hai...
Aur phir waaqai usne Baba ko ek lammmmbi se ‘zoom’ bhar ke
Khirki ke neeche phenk hi diya aur zor se taali baja ke
Khud ko aagah kiya ‘ooper’
Baba ekdam jaise ghbra gaye
Deewan se uthe jaldi jaldi
Harbaraate hue rack se torch uthai
Sutt sutt slipper pehne
Darwaaza khol ke,bohot si seerhiyan utar ke
Jab khirki ke neeche pahunche,
Apne aap ko dhoondne...wahaan koi nahin thha!
(paani ab bhi ghan gha baras raha thha)
Baba bohot der tak yunhi haath mein torch roshan kiye
Gumsum khirki ke neeche khare hue bearish mein bheegte rahe
Bohot der ke baad jab aasman par
Bijli ki ek kamaan tooti aur uska ek ansh
Unki aankhon mein bhi chubha to woh gumsumi se
Bedaar hue...palte ghar ki jaanib...
Bohot si seerhiyan charh ke
Paani mein sharabor thhake thhake,
Bukhaar mein thhore se tape tape
Chheenkte hue jab apni study mein
Pahunche...dekha!
Michael Angelo,
Unka chashma lagaye
Bilkul unhin ki tarha
Kitaab apne seene par phailaye
Unke deewan par
Nihayat itmenaan ke saath so raha hai
