بیانِ لغزش آدم نہ کر کہ وہ فتنہ مری زمیں سے نہیں …

The name was #Akhtar _ Ali _ Rehmat and #Sahaba. Born in Jammu on 30 / September 1931 Education was held in Bareilly and Aligarh under the patronage of mother. Came to Pakistan after partition of India. Namsaad Due to the situation, he could not study further. He worked at many places for a short time. After that he became inspectors in the food department and developed and reached the post of rationing controller. Sahabakhtar had the taste of poetry and poetry from early age. His words were hidden in the powerful literary magazines of the country. After being connected to the radio, he wrote songs and reached the film line due to these songs. For seven years, he was associated with the daily ' Hurriyat '. He also wrote segments in the daily ' Mashriq '. Sahaba Akhtar has tested all genres of speech. He has said more poems than ghazals. He also wrote Milli songs and two songs that became very popular. He left this Darfani in Karachi on 19 / February 1996 The names of his books are: ' Rebellious ' (poetry collection), ' Iqra ', ' Sea ', ' Torch '.
Honor :- Presidential medal for performance.
Bahwal: Poetry of Ghazal (Soon II), Muhammad Shams ul Haq, Page: 258
Selected poems on the death anniversary of Sahaba Akhtar
…
If there is no consciousness, the world is heaven.
He has been in a great torment with a fire.
—
Don't make the statement of Adam's slip or that sedition
Woke up from your sky, not from my earth
—
They are asking for proof of my destruction
Whose misdeeds destroyed me
—
You told me to keep quiet, so what did silence do?
The habit of being quiet has made us bad
—
Maybe he is the stone of heart, sometimes he is inclined to be blessed.
Don't look at this probability of faith
—
Appreciate my words to him too
The one whose desire made me a poet
—
Whether I understand it or not, the heart definitely feels like it
The assumptions of a strange writing on Lala and Gul
—
We know that this world is a prostitute
So we also keep him unmarried
—
Faces are full of light, eyes are empty of light.
To whom should I extend my hand, all my hands are beggars
—
Where should I go despite the breakup of desire
There is a desire of desire everywhere.
—
For me the river of existence was a mirage
I was successful in the chapter of failures
—
Tomorrow where there is a mirror of the writing of beauty.
On which stone is the condition of my fate written
—
A new face has been born from every new face
Is there a mirror kept on the odds?
—
I keep this method in enmity
I keep the word of prayer for my enemy
—
Eyes are hurdle, it would be good to see you.
Today I see this last curtain too
—
I am covered with the sky and the earth, thinking and art.
This is the reason for silence, I am at the point of speechlessness.
—
That night was spent on the darkness of the eyes.
When he rose with light on me
—
Only God is with the believer, not the beloved.
Don't write a solution to the marriage problem to this person.
—
What a test in this sunrise night
Khursheed may have risen but the dawn did not come.
—
In the form of a dream, sometimes we will get the color of fiction.
People like the moon meet us monthly
—
I am writing every scholar equally
I am thirsty, writing the sea.
…
✍️ Selection: Ejaz Z H