by Ehsan Sehgal
Oh my poor heart
Do not search
The real love
That doesn't exist
In these times
Many centuries ago
That has died
With Romeo and Juliet
And such lovers
Now remains only
The stories of that
And pretenders,
Actors
Oh my poor heart
Maybe, maybe
You are like a Romeo
But listen
There is not anyone
Like a Juliet
There are only the call girls
They may play, an act
Of Juliet
To take you
Into the seventh paradise
For a while
For some money
Oh my poor heart
Do not search
The real love.
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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 August 24, 2015