Ambala, British India
|Died||July 19, 1974 (aged 46)|
|Genres||Ghazal, Nazm, Free verse|
Saghar Siddiqui (1928-1974) was an Urdu poet from Pakistan. In spite of his ruined and homeless alone life, he remained famous and successful till his death among the masses. Saghar is also known as a saint and when he died, he left nothing but a pet, his dog, who also died on the same foot path where Saghar died a few days earlier.
Siddiqui was born in 1928 in Ambala (British India) as Muhammad Akhtar. History has no record of Saghar’s personal life and very less is known as he never spoke to any one in this regard.
Siddiqui started poetry at very young age. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas.At aged 19, he migrated to Pakistan in 1947 and settled in Lahore. 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. He had some tragic turns in his life. He continued to write poetry for the film industry and moved on to publish a literary magazine. The magazine was a critical success but a commercial flop. Disappointed, Saghar shut down the magazine. In his later life, he fell into depression, financially ruined and addicted to drugs.
Sometimes he would have to sell his poetry to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights.
On 19 July 1974, he was found dead on a roadside in Lahore at the age of 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. He was buried at the Miani Sahib graveyard. His dog also died their after a few days of Saghar’s death. 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.he will always be shining like a star in urdu poetry.
Manzil-e-gham ki fizaaon se lipat kar ro lun
Tere daman ki hawaaon se lipat kar ro lun
Jaam-o-may peene se pehle mera jee chahta hai
Bikhri zulfon ki ghataaon se lipat kar ro lun
Phool jalte hein haar jalte hein
Chandni ke mazaar jalte hein
Kuchh patange chiragh ki lau par
Kitne be-ikhtiyaar jalte hein