Bhanwar Aanay Ko Hai Ay Ahale Ahle Kashti Na Khuda Chun Lain" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Bhanwar Aanay Ko Hai Ay Ahale Ahle Kashti Na Khuda Chun Lain(بھنور آنے کو ہے اے اہلِ کشتی ناخدا چُن لیں) "A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

بھنور آنے کو ہے اے اہلِ کشتی ناخدا چُن لیں

چٹانوں سے جو ٹکرائے وہ ساحل آشنا چُن لیں

زمانہ کہہ رہا ہے مَیں نئی کروٹ بدلتا ہُوں

انوکھی منزلیں ہیں کچھ نرالے رہنما چُن لیں

اگر شمس و قمر کی روشنی پر کُچھ اجارہ ہے

کِسی بے دَرد ماتھے سے کوئی تارِ ضیا چُن لیں

یقینا اب عوامی عَدل کی زنجیر چھنگے گی

یہ بہتر ہے کہ مُجرم خود ہی جُرموں کی سزا چُن لیں

اسیری میں کریں حُسنِ گلستاں کی نگہانی

قفس میں بیٹھ کر طائر ذرا رنگِ فضا چُن لیں

بگولے نکہتِ گل کے نمائندے کہاں ساغر

سُنیں جو بات پُھولوں کی وہ ہمرازِ صبا چُن لیں

ساغر صدیقی

Ban Gaye Ashak Jafa Ki Tasveer" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)
takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Ban Gaye Ashak Jafa Ki Tasveer (بن گئے اشک جفا کی تصویر)

"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

بن گئے اشک جفا کی تصویر

کھنچ گئی آج صدا کی تصویر

احتیاط دلِ عاشق لازم

ٹوٹ جاتی ہے وفا کی تصویر

جگمگاتی ہے غم ہستی کے

رنگ و روغن سے فضا کی تصویر

بول اُٹھی تیری لے میں ساغر

آسمانوں پہ دعا کی تصویر

"Bigra Jo Naqsh e Zeest Bana Shahkar e Zeest" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Bigra Jo Naqsh e Zeest Bana Shahkar e Zeest( بگڑا جو نقشِ زیست بنا شاہکارِ زیست)"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

بگڑا جو نقشِ زیست بنا شاہکارِ زیست

ایسے ملے کہ بن گئے پروردگارِ زیست

کچھ اس طرح سے زیست کو اپناوٴ دوستو !

تا حشر موت کو بھی رہے انتظارِ زیست

دے حادثاتِ نو کی صراحی سے ایک جام

ساقی کو دو ! اُترنے لگا ہے خمارِ زیست

ملاح کو قبول تھی سولی رقیب کی

منصور زیست کےلئے کافی ہے دارِ زیست

اٹکی ہوئی ہے نوکِ مثرہ پر لہو کی بوند !

کانٹوں میں مل رہی ہے عروسِ بہارِ زیست

لائیں غزل کے شہر سے تشبیہہ کے چراغ

اے ہم سخن ! چلو کہ سجائیں دیارِ زیست

ساغر کی زندگی پہ کوئی تبصرہ نہ کر

اک شمع جل رہی ہے سرِ رہگزارِ زیست

"Buzurgoon Ki Duain Mil Rahi Hain" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)
takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Buzurgoon Ki Duain Mil Rahi Hain (بزرگوں کی دعائیں مل رہی ہیں)

"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

بزرگوں کی دعائیں مل رہی ہیں

محبت کو سزائیں مل رہی ہیں

فروزاں ہیں تمہارے غم کے دیپک

بڑی روشن فضائیں مل رہی ہیں

حسین گیسو ہیں شانوں پر پریشاں

گلے ان سے گھٹائیں مل رہی ہیں

شعور_ بزم تک جن کو نہیں ہے

انہیں رنگیں ادائیں مل رہی ہیں

ترا آنچل ہوا میں اڑ رہا ہے

ترانوں کو نوائیں مل رہی ہیں

چلو بادہ کشوں میں تیرہ بختو

ستاروں کو ضیائیں مل رہی ہیں

وفاوں کا صلہ ساغر"" وطن میں

بہت ارزاں جفائیں مل رہی ہیں

"Ay Dil e Beqarar Chup Ho Ja " A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar)

 was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Ay Dil e Beqarar Chup Ho Ja  (اے دل بے قرار چپ ہو جا)

"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

 اے دل بے قرار چپ ہو جا

جا چکی ہے بہار چپ ہو جا

اب نہ آئیں گے روٹھنے والے

دیدۂ اشک بار چپ ہو جا

جا چکا کاروان لالہ و گل

اڑ رہا ہے غبار چپ ہو جا

چھوٹ جاتی ہے پھول سے خوشبو

روٹھ جاتے ہیں یار چپ ہو جا

ہم فقیروں کا اس زمانے میں

کون ہے غم گسار چپ ہو جا

حادثوں کی نہ آنکھ کھل جائے

حسرت سوگوار چپ ہو جا

گیت کی ضرب سے بھی اے ساغرؔ

ٹوٹ جاتے ہیں تار چپ ہو جا 

Gilgit Pakistan :Hum Gilgit Baltistan K Hain A Beautiful Urdu Song

Ay Husan Lala Fam Zara Aankh Tu Mila " A Beauriful Urdu ghazal By Saghar Siddiqui,

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Ay Husan Lala Fam Zara Aankh Tu Mila(اے حسن لالہ فام زرا آنکھ تو ملا)"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

اے حسن لالہ فام زرا آنکھ تو ملا

خالی پڑے ہیں جام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

کہتے ہیں آنکھ سے آنکھ ملنا ہے زندگی

دنیا کے چھوڑ کام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

کیا وہ نہ آئیں گے تاروں کے ساتھ ساتھ

تنہایوں کی شام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

یہ جام یہ سبو یہ تصور کی چاندنی

ساقی! کہاں مدام ۔ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

ساقی مجھے بھی چائیے اکيلا جام آرزو

کتنے لگیں گے دام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

پامال ہو نا جائے ستاروں کی آبرو

اے میرا خوش خرام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا

ہیں راہ کہکشاں ازل سے کھڑے ہوۓ

ساغر ؎ تیرے غلام ذرا آنکھ تو ملا 

"Aik Wada Hai Kisi Ka Jo Wafa Hota Nahi " A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

The Poet: Saghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)

takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:

تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 

ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن

اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

 Here you go "Aik Wada Hai Kisi Ka Jo Wafa Hota Nahi (ایک وعدہ ہے کسی کا جو وفا ہوتا نہیں) "A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar Siddiqui. I hope you will like it.

ایک وعدہ ہے کسی کا جو وفا ہوتا نہیں

ورنہ ان تاروں بھری راتوں میں کیا ہوتا نہیں

جی میں آتا ہے الٹ دیں انکے چہرے کا نقاب

حوصلہ کرتے ہیں لیکن حوصلہ ہوتا نہیں

شمع جسکی آبرو پر جان دے دے جھوم کر

وہ پتنگا جل تو جاتا ہے ، فنا ہوتا نہیں

اب تو مدت سے رہ و رسمِ نظارہ بند ہے

اب تو انکا طور پر بھی سامنا ہوتا نہیں

ہر شناور کو نہیں ملتا طلاطم سے خراج

ہر سفینے کا محافظ ناخدا ہوتا نہیں

ہر بھکاری پا نہیں سکتا مقامِ خواجگی

ہر کس و ناکس کو تیرا غم عطا ہوتا نہیں

ہائے یہ بیگانگی اپنی نہیں مجھ کو خبر

ہائے یہ عالم کہ تُو دل سے جُدا ہوتا نہیں

ساغر صدیقی