Mahfooz Ali

Rookie - 21 Points (28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

Mahfooz Ali Poems

1. Little Girl Or Little Boy 5/27/2006
2. Innate Child 5/30/2006
3. Shattered Heart 5/30/2006
4. Deprived 6/1/2006
5. The Futile Flame 6/6/2006
6. Childhood 6/6/2006
7. My Room 6/12/2006
8. Shoes 6/12/2006
9. To My Sister 'Glory'. 6/16/2006
10. Where Does The Sun Go At Night? 6/20/2006
11. The Girl 6/20/2006
12. My Dog, Jango 6/21/2006
13. Monkey 6/21/2006
14. Treached 6/21/2006
15. People Says Economics Is Boring.... 7/17/2006
16. Fatherless Son 7/20/2006
17. Mother... 7/20/2006
18. Waiting For My Father 7/20/2006
19. Train Of Thoughts 7/23/2006
20. Could Be Complete.. For My Mother..... 8/24/2006
21. Your Home 8/27/2006
22. Poetic Feelings 10/1/2006
23. Leaf 11/2/2006
24. Loneliness 11/2/2006
25. Thoughts 11/7/2006
26. My Wishes 11/14/2006
27. Terrorism Shocks India 11/14/2006
28. Basis Of Life 11/16/2006
29. Crows 11/20/2006
30. Writer's Woes 11/21/2006
31. Until Then........ 12/29/2006
32. Saddam Hussain 12/30/2006
33. Let Me Sleep 2/8/2007
34. Close My Eyes 2/8/2007
35. Lost Love 2/12/2007
36. When I Met My Beloved For The First Time. 3/10/2007
37. Until The Very End.................. 3/13/2007
38. When I Am Gone 3/14/2007
39. To You Right Now. 3/17/2007
40. Rage 3/19/2007
Best Poem of Mahfooz Ali

I Love My Family So Much.

To be apart of a family like mine
is so divine
where love is shown
hurt is shared
our love for each other is never impaired

we talk
we laugh
we cry
but we are a family
and we do it all together
for as a family
we do it all as one

you hurt one
you hurt all
and as a family unit
we will all stand tall
for we are family
a family full of strength
a family full of love
a family no one can touch
that, s why I love my family so much.

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Thank You, Father

Fathers hold you when you have bad dreams
And they comfort you when all is lost it seems.
Fathers teach you to dribble a basketball and shoot a free throw
And they lead you as you grow.
Fathers teach you how to drive a car
And they try to teach you how to putt for par.
Fathers wipe the tears of your broken heart
And they hold your hand when you don't know how to start.
Fathers quiz the boys who take you on a date

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