This amateurish English translation does not do any justice to the melancholic imagery present in these lines, but what really got me thinking was: what was a poet known for his bleak imagery and utter heartbreak doing by once wanting to write the national anthem of a country where he eventually died in poverty? His poetry is highly soulful and heart-touching. Past cannot be undone but we must individually and collectively look after our shinning stars in a befitting manner while they are aliveThough I knew his story, I've read your article with tears in my eyes. Thanks.very sad but this is Pakistani society and this happens to creative and intlegent peopleCONGRATULATIONS Paracha. It is a pity how gifted people are often born eccentrics and eventually become castaways to the extent that they prefer to live a hobo''Ameer e Shehr ney Tuhmat lagai hey Saaghar per Long live man..!Saghar wasn't numbed, he was voicing the numbness and dumbness around him that were paining him.
Kehtay hain Saghar ko khuda yaad nahi"At times he would write brilliant poems, read them out loudly with a vacant look in his eyes, then tear the papers he@Stark That is a great idea. reportedly the dog also died just after one year on the same footpath where Saghar had died. Saaghar Siddiqui, a true legend of Urdu Poetry .. Whatever detail is known of the poet's life is to be found in there.
In his case, it is true, (“the good die young”)–what more could he have done on this earth except, a bit more begging for food, avoiding those who considered him either a thief, drug addict or a homeless beggar. " fun ko mere sarahtay kaisay.. Siddiqui started poetry at very young age. I wonder why he has not been recognized among the most marvellous poets Urdu language has yet been bestowed with.A lesson to be learnt, more so by the people who are at the helm of affairs in Pakistan.Solitary intellectuals have always been misfits amongst the large horde of buffoons.
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Interestingly in 2012 when I was in Islamabad for a media conference, I was introduced to a gentleman who I was told was the son of a cousin of Saghar’s. What’s more, when some contemporary poets used to find this thin, shaking addict outside their homes asking for money, they would give him a few rupees but only after he had written a poem or two for them.These poets would then sell the poems to the magazines for a lot more money and some even went to the extent of getting them published in their own names!With friends and strangers alike exploiting his genius of writing the most evocative Urdu ghazals to meet their own greedy needs, Saghar plunged even deeper into a state of despair.Soon he was turned out by the cheap hotels he was living in and ended up walking the streets of Lahore.A fan of his once wrote how (in 1966) while he was driving down Lahore’s Circuit Road, the radio in his car began to play a ghazal written by Saghar.As the fan was quietly revelling in the power of Saghar’s words, his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of a thin man with unkempt long hair and in tattered clothes walking aimlessly on the side of the road. Saghar Siddiqui was born in 1928 in Allahabad. It will be nice if we have statues of Saghar and his dog at the same place where they left this world.. Search for more Urdu writers like Saghar Siddiqui. Share this: Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related. Disappointed, Saghar closed it down.Unlike most people who had migrated to Pakistan from India, Saghar did not ask the government to settle him on the properties left behind by the Hindus and the Sikhs.Instead he preferred to stay in cheap hotels.