by Ehsan Sehgal
The world is cruel
The people are cunning
Everyone holds selfishness
Tricks, yellow diplomacy
Own reservations, concerns
Love has eyes
To see beauty, wealth
Status, rank
Otherwise
That exists only
In the books
And in the stories
All that matters
No one cares
No one thinks
No one feels
Your flirts
Your jokes
Maybe that stay
Your pleasure
But that can hurt
And destroy
Someone's life
Why do we choose
The evil subjects
Rather than constructive way
To make life wonderful
For ourselves and others.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ehsan Sehgal born Khawaja Ehsan Elahi Sehgal is a Dutch-Pakistani origin Urdu poet and writer who moved to The Netherlands in 1978. He is also a journalist and activist for democracy and the freedom of the press and of speech., He was born on 15 November 1951 in Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan and obtained a Bachelor of Arts and Master of Arts in Urdu literature. In addition, he also received the LL.B. law degree from Karachi University., He has received awards from Indian and European Urdu literary organisations, in recognition of his literary achievements, and is famous for his poetry book Zarb-e-Sukhan, in the Urdu-speaking world. The Daily Times describes the book as a "splendid poetry collection." Besides that he has published a collection of aphorisms in Dutch, English and Urdu., Moreover, his many ghazals and naats have been composed and sung by various singers of Pakistan. Sehgal has also written a novel and several books of poetry; his articles have been published in various Urdu newspapers.
Last updated May 31, 2019