Biography of Aftab Alam
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Aftab Alam 'Khursheed'
AFTAB ALAM is an Indian poet born at Ranchi Capital of Jharkhand on 15 April 1967(Saturday) in the house of Md. Sanaullah (Father) and: Qaisra Khatoon(Mother) ( married in the year 1989 with Aziz Fatma her nickname was Bahar(spring) She was brave and beautiful, blessed with three children 1.Shaista Aftab 2. Pardaz Aftab and 3) Sheikh Aghaz Aftab. She died in a road accident at Ranchi on 29th Oct 2007 buried at the cemetery of Prastoli on Monday at night on the same day after the night prayer,
Hobby: To read the books of any kind but Quran is above all.Keats Byron, William Wordsworth, Maxim Gorky, Prem chand, Nirala, Iqbal, Dushyant, Dumil, Charles Dicken, Leo Tolstoy… Keats kills him.WW makes him to cool, Charles Dicken, prem chand and Maxim Gorky Shown the path to write and understand what is the world.
A lover of Nature and its creatures,
'HOW LONG PEACE WILL KILL THE PEACE LOVING PEOPLE'
Address: S/o Md Sanaullah (Near Mosque) ,
Prastoli, PS/PO Doranda, RANCHI Jharkhand(India) PIN 834002mobile no. 09634511277 email firstname.lastname@example.org
Aftab Alam's Works:
Books has not been published
Comment on poem is welcomed let it be most bitter, truth must come out...TRUTH KEEPS THE BITTERNESS,
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- Meditation -new-
- Thought Web -new-
- जहां उम्मीदें नहीं धुलती हों चीखों की तर... -new-
- Rivers and Ocean -new-
- Destruction -new-
- Mist of thought -new-
- A slave to situation, -new-
- Don't Call Terrorist -Jihadist -new-
- Raise Voice Against Terrorism And Racis... -new-
- In this dark dynamic forest -new-
- A Mystic Book -new-
- Unity and solidarity is must -new-
- Chaahe raho tum jis bhi konaa, -new-
- Be Rational rather than Emotional -new-
- A drop of happiness
- Ugly Legs of Peacock
- Go On Writing
- I learnt to laugh in grief
- That's How Sun Dies
- Go On Painting
- ‘O' My Almighty
- Petals of Peace
- Coming of Jesus
- Wings of Time
- Awkward Dream
- A Beautiful Life's Game
- Peace pleading
- Earth is Dead
Did you read them?
A Bucket full of Slang
Poured a bucket full of slang,
For the silly drop that he spilt,
O Virtuous Soul! Thou art splashed,
Into the face of humanity;
Is poverty a mock drill?
Is troll to remove the poverty; greed gilt?
The greatest folly that nations keep,
Both can't go together on peace march,