by Ehsan Sehgal
Sometimes,
I became a horse
Sometimes,
I took them on my chest
My children are my universe
For, the delight of them
I sacrifice my happiness
My love is their castle
My hands taught them
To walk
They learned to speak
With my talking
My love and devotion
It is still too strong
For every sacrifice,
But what I would say
About their love
Hands that showed them
The floor and the way
They brought those
To the strangers
And left alone
Such as duty and debt fulfilled
But still my love
Will continue until I die
No matter what they did
What they do
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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 July 09, 2015