Sahir Ludhianvi Poems
- Blood Is But Blood! Repression is sill repression Rising, it...
- Taj Mahal The Taj, mayhap, to you may seem, a mark of love ...
- Dekha Hai Zindagi Ko Kuchh Itn...
- Brothels These lanes, these marts of rich delights, Precious...
- Aao K Koi Khwaab Bunein
- Jab Kabhi Unki Tavajjo Mein Ka...
Sahir Ludhianvi (Urdu: ساحر لدھیانوی; Devanagari: साहिर लुधियानवी) was a popular Urdu poet and Hindi lyricist and songwriter. Sahir Ludhianvi is his pseudonym. He won the Filmfare Award twice, in 1964 and 1977, and in 1971 was awarded the Padma Shri.
Sahir Ludhianvi was born into the wealthy family of a Muslim Syed as Abdul Hayee on 8 March 1921 in Ludhiana, Punjab in India. His mother name was Sardar Begum. Sahir's parents had a very loose and estranged relationship. In 1934, when he was thirteen years old, his father married for the second time. At that time, his mother decided to take the bold step of leaving her husband, forfeiting all claims to the ... more »
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Blood Is But Blood!
Repression is sill repression
Rising, it must flop
Blood is sill blood
Spilling it must clot.
Whether it clots on desert sands
Or upon assassin's hands
On justice's head or around shackled feet
On injustice's sword or on the wounded corpse
Blood is still blood
Spilling, it must clot.
However much one lies in ambush
Blood betrays butcher's hideout
Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask
Each blood dropp ventures out with burning lamp on its palm.
Tell oppression's vain and blemished fate
Tell cruelty's crafty Imam
Tell the UN ...