Kalyat Azhar – Express Urdu

The relationship with Ghulam Rasool Azhar Sahib began in 1988. About forty -five kilometers from Faisalabad, Gojra was a tehsil. There I was performing the duties of Assistant Commissioner. Life -filled city and the land of many hard working people. Ghulam Rasool Sahib was a professor at a local government college.

Urdu, Arabic and Persian were mastered. At that time I was fond of poetry and Ghulam Rasool Sahib was a high -ranking poet. I used to attend their service to correction of the lyrics. The very simple nature of a human being, a very dear man, proved to be a person. Whenever I used to come to the waves and recite his lyrics, it was time to stop. It was also known that the poetry of a teacher of the classical era. Until 1990, he continued to correct the lyrics. Then Lahore was exchanged and the contact with Professor Sahib was reduced.

In 1997, he left the world. A few months ago, his son, Siddique Usman, received a call from New York. Siddique Sahib submitted all his father’s writings and sought the words of the word. By the way, Siddique has done amazing work. May God reward them for this rare work. Well a few weeks ago, this recipe I received by post. What came in the book, the windows of memories were gone. Professor Sahib has summoned all his personality, grief, alum, happiness. Dr. Mohammad Malik writes in Kalyat Azhar:

Maulvi Abdul Haq writes in one place that every human life has two references. One his personality and the other his work. The reference to the personality is not longer than the work, because when his contemporaries depart from the world, his personality also goes into the background while his work makes him memorable forever.

Many people associated with knowledge and art are still alive in people’s hearts even after departing from the world. Whether it is literature, poetry or any other field of life, according to Dr. Rashid Amjad, good and quality literature is always alive.

Mirza Ghulam Rasool Azhar is also one of the memorable people who are considered unique in terms of themselves and work. In my view, he was a teacher poet whose poetry shows a significant glimpse of a poet’s poet, and Jabaja technical maturity is evident. Kaliyat -e -Azhar is a masterpiece of Urdu poetry that has not yet been able to get into the reach of the scholars. This is the most important of the creations, experiences and experiences of Professor Ghulam Rasool Azhar. Some of the poems of the Kaliyat -e -Azhar offer your service:

The mirror of the eye is washed from the blood liver

O happy Jamal for your picture

Wear the thoughts in the thoughts

We were indeed for the chain

The bounces are bounced on the morning

For the interpretation of a dream from a heart

Heart defeat lost that face too

From what item for the porridge crushes for the picture

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That is why the sand wall was raised

That they will enjoy this balm

I am a niche but am someone’s shadow

Do not sweep me from the rod

Scattered from the eyelid on the lips

Poison me is this deep

How did you get shocked when he arrived in the Holy Prophet

Laughing did what this less look at me

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Nishtar went into the heart of a friend

I couldn’t believe it standing for a long time?

The house whose brick brick was over

Could not accept me today?

In the sand like water, the flames

Couldn’t suck on suicide friends

Could not pass the morning of the grief of the night

Dedar could not do worship till date

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That once, the Nishat

Murray mind gets light what did

I needed the argument, God is

Murray is proven by sin.

When they arrived in the Holy Prophet, people were shocked

I was blown away before

It was the age of his age and he was

There was a pinch on our city. What did the moonlight do

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Every coach is scattered in Jamal

Bring the heart to where we from Jabaja

One of the oldest benefits are the waves

We were disappointed with the nails

Now I offer a line:

What would I have been a shadow of right?

My companions were encouraging

Had a lot of blood relationships in his own blood

And who were the poisoning me

Poem, celebrates Independence:

The style of the spring is now and

Why did we always circulate in the gravy?

Why do we endure this?

Why the blood of a Muslim is flowing in the form of water?

The style of the spring is now and

Brother Siddique Usman, you paid the right to obey your father and did a happy favor to a student like me. Kalyat -e -Azhar, a combination of really perfectionized poetry!