Gopal Mittal’s life reads like a story carved with both sorrow and brilliance, a reminder that the most outstanding art often springs from the most challenging trials. He was not just another poet of his time but a chronicler of human longing, whose voice echoed the tremors of an age shaped by Partition and exile.
rangini-e-hawas ka wafa nam rakh diya
Gopal Mittal
KHuddari-e-wafa ka jafa nam rakh diya
From his birthplace in Malerkotla to the literary gatherings of Delhi, his journey was a saga of resilience, love for literature, and a fierce refusal to surrender to despair. His name is often remembered in Urdu literary circles today, but his real legacy lies in the way he turned silence into verse and hardship into courage. Readers who explore his writings soon discover that his poetry is less about ornament and more about honesty, crafted in the fire of lived experience.
sher kahne ka maza hai ab to
dil ka har zaKHm hara hai ab to
From Malerkotla to Delhi: A Life Shaped by Upheaval
Born in the early years of the twentieth century, either in 1901 or 1906, Gopal Mittal grew up in the small town of Malerkotla in Punjab. His father, a respected Unani physician, gave him a foundation of compassion, observation, and intellectual curiosity. In the quiet rhythms of Malerkotla’s streets, the boy who would become a poet first learned to listen, to notice, and to reflect. Education led him to Sanatan Dharma.
dil jalane se kahan dur andhera hoga
Gopal Mittal
raat ye wo hai ki mushkil se sawera hoga
College in Lahore, where he came in touch with new currents of thought and literary ambition. Yet, life tested him early. His first workplace, the magazine Subah-e-Ummid, collapsed, leaving him both jobless and uncertain. This was the beginning of a pattern that would follow him: the instability of employment but the constancy of words.
teri aankhon mein jo nasha hai pazirai ka
Gopal Mittal
rang bhar de na meri zist mein ruswai ka
The turbulence of Partition in 1947 forced Mittal to leave Lahore and migrate to Delhi, carrying the scars of displacement. The migration was not merely a change of place but a profound shift of existence, one that left him grappling with the pain of loss, separation, and an unfamiliar future. His poetry from this period reflects both the devastation and the fragile threads of hope that held him together.
The Lahore Years: A Budding Writer Amid Struggle
Lahore was not just a city for Gopal Mittal; it was a crucible where his literary self was forged. In the bustling cultural life of pre-Partition Punjab, Lahore stood as a vibrant hub of writers, thinkers, and publishers. Yet for Mittal, the city offered as many trials as it did opportunities. His first attempt at steady employment with Subah-e-Ummid ended abruptly when the paper folded, a painful reminder of how fragile livelihoods in the literary world could be.
shadan na ho gar mujh pe kaDa waqt paDa hai
Gopal Mittal
tu zad mein hai jis waqt ki us se bhi kaDa hai
Instead of losing faith, Mittal turned deeper into his craft, shifting to other publications such as Shahkar and working alongside noted intellectuals like Maulana Tajwar Najeebabadi. These years were marked by instability, but also by valuable friendships and networks with fellow writers who shared the same hunger for expression. In small gatherings, often lit by lanterns rather than electricity, poems were exchanged, debated, and sharpened.
ishq mein kab ye zaruri hai ki roya jae
Gopal Mittal
ye nahin dagh-e-nadamat jise dhoya jae
Each evening in Lahore became a classroom in resilience for Mittal. He learned that literature was not simply about words on paper but about survival, identity, and courage. His experiences in Lahore prepared him for the larger storms that would soon engulf the subcontinent. They taught him how to withstand rejection, how to write without expecting riches, and how to keep faith in the written word even when the world around him seemed to collapse.
Untold Story of “Subah-e-Ummid” and Professional Instability
The story of Subah-e-Ummid is an episode often overlooked in Mittal’s biography, but it holds deep significance for anyone trying to understand his persistence. The publication was a small yet ambitious effort, one that promised hope, as its title suggested, but soon succumbed to financial realities. For Mittal, this sudden collapse was not merely the loss of a job but the shattering of early professional confidence.
apne anjam se Darta hun main
Gopal Mittal
dil dhaDakta hai ki sachcha hun main
Many young writers would have walked away at this stage, perhaps settling into safer employment. But Mittal chose otherwise. He moved from one struggling magazine to another, facing the constant risk of closures and unpaid wages. This cycle of instability might have worn him down, but instead it became a source of strength. His poems during this period carry undertones of uncertainty and longing, as though mirroring his own unsettled professional life.
mujh pe tu mehrban hai pyare
Gopal Mittal
ye bhi ek imtihan hai pyare
More than anything, the downfall of Subah-e-Ummid showed him that literature was a battlefield, one that required stubbornness more than comfort. The lessons he carried from this early defeat later shaped his determination to sustain Tahreek, a magazine that would itself survive countless financial storms. If anything, the instability hardened his resolve, proving that true devotion to literature could not be measured in stability or success but in one’s refusal to abandon the pen.
Lahore Nights: A Test of Faith in Poetry
Among Mittal’s most poignant recollections are those preserved in his memoir Lahore Ka Jo Zikr Kiya. These pages reveal not just the visible city of bazaars and colleges but the hidden Lahore of dimly lit rooms, restless writers, and endless debates about the purpose of art. For Mittal, every evening in Lahore was a test of faith.
daur-e-falak ke shikwe gile rozgar ke
Gopal Mittal
hain mashghale yahi dil-e-na-karda-kar ke
He faced unpaid work, endless editorial corrections, and the suspicion of mainstream critics who often looked down upon his progressive leanings. Yet he did not retreat. Instead, he found courage in small acts: editing submissions by lantern light, translating difficult essays, and staying awake long after others had gone to bed, to keep alive the dialogue of literature. His writings from this time often challenged orthodoxy, embracing progressive ideas that unsettled traditionalists.
shikwa ab gardish-e-ayyam ka karte kyun ho
Gopal Mittal
KHwab dekhe the to tabir se Darte kyun ho
At times, he faced isolation, and at others, outright hostility. But even when financially broken, he never considered abandoning his role as a writer. The Lahore nights, with all their silence and struggle, stand as testimony to Mittal’s literary resolve. They show us a man who believed that poetry was not luxury but necessity, and that even in the bleakest of moments, a verse could be a light against despair.
The Partition and Migration: A Wound That Would Not Heal
The Partition of 1947 tore through Gopal Mittal’s life like a storm, scattering everything he had built in Lahore. Forced to leave behind familiar streets, trusted friends, and the memories of his youth, he arrived in Delhi carrying little more than a battered trunk and the determination to start anew.
kab tak hawa-e-shauq se dil ko bachaiye
Gopal Mittal
mausam ka jo bhi mashwara ho man jaiye
The city was overcrowded with refugees, and survival meant daily compromises, cheap rented rooms, uncertain meals, and the constant ache of exile. For Mittal, Partition was not only a geographical dislocation but an emotional rupture that seeped into his poetry. His verses from this period echo with pain, yet they also hold threads of hope, as though he was trying to stitch together the broken fabric of life with words.
tera KHulus-e-dil to mahall-e-nazar nahin
Gopal Mittal
par kuchh to hai jo teri zaban mein asar nahin
Each poem became both testimony and therapy, a way of remembering what had been lost and imagining what could still be rebuilt. Unlike many who succumbed to bitterness, Mittal chose to let his anguish transform into art, leaving behind a record not just of personal grief but of a generation’s shared trauma. Delhi, though harsh, became the canvas on which he painted resilience, and Partition became the silent shadow that shaped his enduring voice.
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