Ibn-e-Insha (Punjabi, Urdu: ابن انشاء born Sher Muhammad Khan شیر محمد خان) on 15 June 1927 died 11 January 1978, was a Pakistani Leftist Urdu poet, humorist, travelogue writer and columnist. Along with his poetry, he was regarded one of the best humorists of Urdu. His poetry has a distinctive diction laced with language reminiscent of Amir Khusro in its use of words and construction that is usually heard in the more earthy dialects of the Hindi-Urdu complex of languages, and his forms and poetic style is an influence on generations of young poets.
Insha was born in Phillaur tehsil of Jalandhar District, Punjab, India. His father hailed from Rajasthan. He received his B.A. degree from Punjab University in 1946 and M.A. from University of Karachi in 1953. He was associated with various governmental services including Radio Pakistan, Ministry of Culture and National Book Centre of Pakistan. He also served UN for some time and this enabled him to visit a lot of places and was the reason of his subsequent travelogues. Some of the places that he visited includes Japan, Philippines, China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, India, Afghanistan, Iran, Turkey, France, UK and United States. Insha got the teachers like, Habibullah Ghazenfar Amrohvi, Dr. Ghulam Mustafa Khan and Dr. Abdul Qayyum. Insha spent much of his time in Karachi. He died of Hodgkin's Lymphoma on 11 January 1978 in London and was buried in Karachi.
Insha is considered as one of the best poets and writers of his generation. His most famous ghazal Insha Ji Utthoo (انشاء جی اٹھو) (Get up Insha Ji, Let's leave from here) is an influential classic ghazal. He has written several books of travelogues with a touch of humour. His work has been appreciated by Urdu writers and critics. He also translated a collection of Chinese poems in Urdu in 1960.
Is Basti Key Ik Koochey Main
Awara Gard Ki Diary
Dunya Gol Hey
Ibn Battuta Kay Taqub mein
Chaltay Ho To Cheen Ko Chaliye
Nagri Nagri Phira Musafar
Khumar e xxxxxm
Urdu Ki Aakhri Kitaab
Khat Insha Jee KayCollection of letters
Ibn-e-Insha PoetryDil hijr k dard se bojhal hai, ab aan milo to behter hai,Is baat se hum ko kya matlab, yeh kaise ho yeh kyun kar ho?Ik bheek k donon kaasay hain, ek pyaas k donon pyaase hai,Hum khaiti hain, tum baadal ho, hum nadiya hain tum saagar ho!Yeh dil hai k jalte seene mein, ik dard ka phora alhar sa,Na gupt rahe na phoot bahe, koi marham ho koi nishtar hai,Hum saanjh samay ki chhaya hain, tum charhti raat k chandar maanHum jaate hain, tum aate ho, phir mail ki soorat kyun kar ho!Ab husn ka rutba aali hai, ab husn se sehra khaali hai,Chal basti mein banjaara ban, chal nagri mein saudagar ho,Jis cheez ki tujh ko nisbat hai, jis cheez ki tujh ko chahat hai,Woh sona hai woh heera hai, woh maati ho ya kankar ho,Ab Insha ji ko bulana kya, ab pyar k deep jalana kyaJab dhoop aur chhaya ek se hon, jab din aur raat barabar ho,Woh raaten chaand k saath gayin, woh baatein chaand k saath gayin,Ab sukh k sapne kya dekhein, jab dukh ka sooraj sar par ho?
ahan thank youAb husn ka rutba aali hai, ab husn se sehra khaali hai,
Chal basti mein banjaara ban, chal nagri mein saudagar ho,
niceee collection bhoot khooob maza a gia perh kr hoorain sis keep it up
stay bless nd always be happy