People From Lucknow

"When living became an uphill task, In soldier's camp we sought resort In narrow straits found them caught, They lived on bread, stale and scorched, No drop of drink, nor spoon of broth. My friends, I found, were nearing death, Deprived of good were all I met, Each and all were poverty pressed, If one had a thread, he had no rope, If one had a carpet, none to roll. Life was a struggle against heavy odds, The grocers fret, the vendors bawl, They used their swords and shields as cots. The kings and councilors, were bankrupts all."

"Men of means and money have joined the beggar's fold Their veins, like the lines on paper, on their body show, Great and small are helpless, so are young and old, A thousand beggars pounce together like a swarm of flies, When a crumb, or a grain of wheat somewhere they descry. Every head lies benumbed, Horse and camel are sans strength, Hunger cries on every tongue, Thanks to the civil strife, soldiers sit content, No fear of drunken brawls, nor of the vagrant young. Unscrupulous are they all, the town's rich elite, Every one doth understand how they speak and treat, Moreover, these haughty rich are not easy to reach, In their awful presence who can dare to speak? Their conduct hurts the heart, biting is their speech."

"Why ask about our whereabouts, O denizens of the East, Knowing we are poor, why taunt us and tease? Delhi which was once considered the world's crown and pride, Where only the chosen few once did reside, Which has been razed and ruined by the cruel skies, We belong to the same city, now a wasted pile!"

"ہنستا ہی میں پھروں جو میرااختیار ہو پر کیا کروں میں گریۂ بے اختیار ہو"