Mohammad Muzzammil

Rookie - 36 Points (2nd July,1986 / Bahraich, India)

Mohammad Muzzammil
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Mohammad Muzzammil Shah resides at Qazipura-south in Bahraich. He thinks himself a lifelong student. He belongs to a well to do family. He father runs a shop of cloth near Chowk bazaar. They are six brothers and five sisters, and he at fifth number in brothers. He was not a good student until he reached in High School. His brother, Mohammad Talha helped him alto financially in tuitions' fee.
He didn't know English well or he couldn't think that he would compose poems in English. Mohammad Akmal Nazir, the master of language taught him English and made him able to read, write and speak English. Before this, he would write his poems in Urdu, but there was no attraction due to lack of love ... more »

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  • Freshman - 610 Points Ata Ata (3/13/2013 5:00:00 AM)

    Your poetry often tends to underline some important society 's issues. You like to send some important messages through your poems to your readers.Your words are well crafted.I wish your poetry could enchant many readers.Good luck!

  • Rookie Wasim Akram (8/17/2012 1:55:00 PM)

    Nice poems all poems r heart touching...congrate muzammil bhai

  • Rookie - 355 Points Angela Wybrow (6/8/2011 12:12:00 PM)

    I love Bandstand Beach and Ode To Teacher. Your use of language is really good.

  • Rookie - 15 Points Amy Marie (12/13/2010 4:58:00 PM)

    Your poems are pretty well written :)

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Best Poem of Mohammad Muzzammil

A Child's Dream (On Gujrat Riot)

This is a dramatically poem on the Gujrat riot...>


Once while sleeping I saw a dream,
In a beautiful ground was playing,
That was lying near a lovely stream,
A pretty smile was the sun displaying,
Grass was tickling when we'd run,
And dew disappeared as shone the sun.

In the game, so fast I ran,
And found myself far away,
Saw back but no friend I sought,
But my eyes met an old mourning man,
May be, he forgot his own way,
I reached him curiously in this thought.

When he turned his lovely face,
I recognized, Ah! Our National ...

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