Fragrance poet Parveen Shakir passed away 27 years ago, but her poetry still seems to be spreading like a perfume.
A look at the life and poetry of the famous poet
27 years have passed since the death of Parveen Shakir, the poet of love and fragrances, but those who love Urdu language and literature have not forgotten her even today.
The fragrance of his poetry has permeated Gulshan literature even after many decades. Parveen Shakir was born on November 24, 1952 in Karachi.
After obtaining a master’s degree in English literature, he did CCS and held a high position. He also taught at Karachi University for some time.
Parveen Shakir’s poetry was a breath of fresh air in Urdu literature. The theme of his unique poetry was woman and love. ‘Notable.
In a very short period of time, she had gained immense fame at home and abroad for being a poet of unique accent. She was also awarded Pride of Performance and Adam G. Awards.
Parveen Shakir, a perfumer of Urdu literature and poetry at literary festivals, died on December 26, 1994 in a traffic accident in Islamabad. Literary enthusiasts flock to Parveen Shakir’s last resting place in the federal capital’s Skater H-8 to greet him.
Remember those who did not come, those who were
not invited
Now they have not seen the ruin of sleep, they were
the good ones who were not shown dreams
All night long I dreamed with open eyes
that the colors would spread so that they would not be stolen from sleep
The rains were dancing and the ground was still
But the birds came and slept in the twisted branches so
that they were not even awakened by the wind
Whether it is raining heavily, there are thick trees, there is a girl,
such scenes have never been found in cities
The light of the eye drank and the
moon shone brightly so that it was not extinguished by the sun.