by Ehsan Sehgal
She wrote me a letter
She will come tomorrow
It was wonderful
I stayed waiting
Every day I read the letter
I waited for tomorrow
To see and meet
My beloved promised
To come
I was then eighteen
My emotions
My feelings
Twisted for a person
Whom I had not seen
I waited and waited
Since my eighteenth
Until I became the eighty
I could not wait more
I Wrote her
And asked
When would come tomorrow
Please come today
And the other day
Someone knocked the door
I opened
I saw a beautiful woman
Standing and smiling
I felt, just felt
I looked into my pocket
It was full of money
But empty of love
I said sorry
And closed the door
I am still waiting tomorrow
I know,
Never and never
Will come tomorrow
But that silly hope
Lost today.
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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