Today is the anniversary of Faqir Manish Sagar Siddiqui. This Urdu language poet was a victim of bitter days and irony of the times. That is why the deception of sorrow and pain, pain and sorrow, despair, longing and despair is evident in the words of Sagar Siddiqui. Sagar bid farewell to the world on July 19, 1974.
Detailed and authentic living conditions of Sagar Siddiqui are rarely available. He opened his eyes in 1928 in Anbala. His family name was Muhammad Akhtar. Poverty ruled their home. In these circumstances it was not possible to get a formal education. He had learned to read and write from an elder in his neighborhood. As a teenager he moved to Amritsar and started doing small jobs there. He learned the art of making combs and at the same time he started reciting poetry.
In 1944, the All India Mushaira was held in Amritsar, in which someone gave me the opportunity to read Sagar. Sagar’s voice was blazing, fluent and he succeeded in poetry. It was this first poem that made him famous. He began to be regularly invited to poetry readings in Lahore and Amritsar.
After the partition of India, Sagar moved from Amritsar to Lahore. Here Latif Anwar stayed in the company of Gordaspori and got a lot of benefits. Sagar started earning some income due to his participation in poetry and poetry readings. His words began to appear in every major newspaper, literary magazine and journal. At the same time of popularity, Sagar met some people whose bad company made them addicted to drugs. They started using cannabis, alcohol, opium and hashish, etc., and in a world of fun and helplessness, wherever they could find space. The practice of speech continued, but Sagar’s health deteriorated and he began to live on the sidewalk, neglecting his physical cleanliness and everything.
Even in those days, if people found him conscious, they would take him to poetry recitals, where his words would be well received, but over time, Sagar went beyond that. They were often seen around and around the Data Darbar, where they spent their days and nights on the nearby sidewalk.
It is said that Sagar used to write words for drug addicts which he used to publish under his own name. Sagar Siddiqui tried his hand at every genre of speech and his speech became popular.
Even before he reached this stage, he had become famous in Amritsar and Lahore and that is why his speech was preserved to a great extent in the form of collections. His writings include ‘Poison of Desire’, ‘Spring Grief’, ‘Night of Awareness’, ‘Tish-e-Dil’, ‘Tablet of Jinns’, ‘Green Dome’, ‘Murder Flower’.
When Sagar suffered a stroke, one of his hands became permanently disabled. His body had dried up and turned into a thorn, and one day Sagar died on the sidewalk. He was buried in Mayani Sahib’s graveyard.
Check out some of Sagar Siddiqui’s poems.
Thorns are good thorns
Panicked by the incident of flowers
I am a forgotten voice, remember me
I met you somewhere, remember me
Now where are those with such a nature?
Injured who prayed
Life is cut short like constant oppression
I don’t remember the punishment for the crime
There is a promise to someone who does not keep it
Otherwise, what happens in these starry nights?