Anonymous poetry of a famous man
Ikram belongs to this generation of the 70s who had dreams of changing the world in their eyes, but these dreams got mixed up in the dust of time in such a way that the present world seems strange and foreign to them. This generation did not change, but the world has changed so much that those dreams remained only in the eyes. But these dreams that created art, wrote poetry, wrote books, thought, and considered are present, which tells how people thought and explored at one time. Ikram’s Punjabi poetry is trapped in that time, stuck in it, lost. If it is called the history of that time, it will not be a lie.
Zubair Ahmed