Aftab Alam

Gold Star - 39,822 Points [Khursheed] (15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Aftab Alam Poems

1. Demoegypt 2/15/2011
2. The Man 2/16/2012
3. Haiku La La 2/16/2012
4. Ages Should Be With Me 2/17/2012
5. My Life 3/18/2012
6. O Human Fate 3/19/2012
7. The King 3/26/2012
8. Madness Of Mother 3/30/2012
9. ‘o' Jinny Of Sweet Love 4/21/2012
10. If I 'M Not Heard 11/17/2012
11. O Life O Death 11/17/2012
12. On The Cradle Of Peace 3/26/2012
13. Poetothemics 11/30/2012
14. Puzzle 12/2/2012
15. Once In A Dark Night 12/12/2012
16. Man And The Angel 12/12/2012
17. Satanic In Nature(Sin) 2/1/2013
18. Ranchi 2/2/2013
19. Honesty 2/6/2013
20. Happiness 2/6/2013
21. War And Fate 2/7/2013
22. Hiss N Bliss 2/7/2013
23. I Met With The Girl 2/17/2013
24. Ghost And The Host 2/17/2013
25. O Calamities 3/25/2013
26. Hypocrisy. 3/25/2013
27. Heart Of Multitude 3/28/2013
28. Sit On The Chariot And Go.. 3/28/2013
29. Avast! 3/29/2013
30. Shadow Black 3/29/2013
31. Somalia 3/29/2013
32. Dawn 3/30/2013
33. Worship 3/30/2013
34. My Inner Vision Is A Might 3/25/2013
35. Together 3/25/2013
36. Time Has Come 3/25/2013
37. Society 4/5/2013
38. Dilli 4/5/2013
39. The Arrow 4/12/2013
40. Wanna To Go Baby 4/15/2013
Best Poem of Aftab Alam

A Drop Of Happiness

From the grief ocean, I steal, a drop of happiness,
For every autumn, I get a lovely beautiful spring,
For human youth; the festive, to dance and sing,
We nature, within nature; keepeth blissful fitness,

When spring comes, nature with its beauty; greet,
Flower with hue sways and butterflies do flip flop,
Calm breeze's sensational blush; a birth of hope,
Seasons love, mingles with whole color, they meet.

Know, a place in mind, away from the physical spring,
Hatching spring and brooding youth forever, a bliss,
Grief of the world; dry petals, away ...

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Labyrinth Of Life

River that flows ‘tween the two opposite ends
Dancing, singing, jumping Keeping ends apart,
Ends broke the abyss, amid the wave, left no ends,
Coincidentally, no ends and no river, all depart.
O River! The wave, " ye the curiosity of the ends".

Gigantism, the heaviness of thought dies into the salt,
Free from worries, all rose up to heaven and hanged,
Then slowly moved with roar and thunder that banged,

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