TOP 10 POETRY OF FAIZ AHMAD FAIZ

FAIZ AHMAD FAIZ
TOP 10 POETRY OF FAIZ AHMAD FAIZ

Faiz Ahmad Faiz… a name that is not just of a poet, but of an idea — of pain, of love, and of hope. His life was not only about writing verses; it was a story of struggle, resistance, and courage. He was a master of words, but behind those words flowed the blood of sacrifice and truth.

Faiz was born on February 13, 1911, in Sialkot, the same city where Allama Iqbal was born. Maybe there was something special in the air of that city — something that gave people the power to think, to speak, and to rise against injustice. His father, Sultan Muhammad Khan, was an educated and broad-minded man. Following his father’s path, Faiz made knowledge, love, and justice the purpose of his life.

After completing his education, Faiz started teaching for a while, and later entered journalism. But his pen did not just write news — it wrote truths, sorrows, and dreams that many were afraid to express.
When Pakistan came into being in 1947, people dreamed of freedom and fairness, but Faiz soon realized that independence had not brought real equality. The poor were still suffering, and the powerful were still in control.

In 1951, Faiz was arrested in the Rawalpindi Conspiracy Case — accused of plotting against the government. He spent almost four years in prison, but instead of breaking him, the prison gave him strength. There, his poetry grew deeper, stronger, and filled with more pain and truth.

He wrote:

“Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang,
Maine samjha tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayat…”
(My beloved, don’t ask me for that same old love again —
I once thought life was bright only because of you…)

These were not just love lines — they were reflections of a heart that had seen the world’s suffering.

Even after prison, Faiz’s voice couldn’t be silenced. He faced bans, censorship, and exile. He lived in Beirut for a time, far from his homeland, but his heart always remained tied to Pakistan. In exile, he wrote words that carried both pain and hope, like this:

“Matā-e-lauh-o-qalam chhin gayi to kya gham hai,
Ke khoon-e-dil mein duba li hain ungliyan maine.”
(Even if my pen and paper are taken away, I have dipped my fingers in the blood of my heart.)

Faiz was a gentle man with a quiet voice, but his words shook thrones. He believed in love, but also in resistance — the kind of love that gives people strength to fight for others.

He passed away on November 20, 1984, in Lahore. But Faiz never really died. His poetry still breathes in every protest, in every dream for justice, in every heart that refuses to give up.

He taught the world that “to love is not enough — you must also stand against oppression.

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