Muhammad Shanazar

Muhammad Shanazar Poems

I wish I were a seasonal bird,
That travels flying around the world,
With sweet companionship of a partner,
Whose heart knows nothing except,
...

Sometimes life gives us severe shock,
Undermines the plans and does block,
The ways of wisdom leading ahead,
Reveals the hands that secretly mock.
...

A paragon of patience,
A model of sacrifice,
Clad in clothes,
Rough, drab and dull.
...

When indelible memories of the past,
Torment my heart and mind; I write.

When mist floats in front of the eyes,
...

Alongside the wide gray road stood I,
To watch a procession passed by,
Of the damsels, rather all in teen,
Of the same size height and colour,
...

(In the memory of a daughter buried alive in Pre-Islamic times.)

O! Father where are we going to? Bazaar!
What will you buy for me?
...

7.

A lie though goes on unpunished,
Is not to be concealed;
The cheater though thousands of times,
Beguiles the world whole,
...

Ah! My mind often brings me behind,
To the unpolluted visionary age,
When my heart wished to dissolve,
Physical entity of my own being,
...

A sojourn in the sleep,
Led me to the valley deep,
I passed through forest thick,
And high hills and crests,
...

The added wisdom with the scornful use,
Will add more to the human miseries.
A century of conflicts, contending confusions,
Blurring the minds, hearts, and vision,
...

After sipping
Drop after drop,
And surviving
After a fight against Death,
...

In front of the Savours
Was placed a trash container
By the municipality,
The people came and went back
...

Tonight sleep shall not overwhelmed me,
Second by second the night will slip to that morn,
And then there will be no morn in my fate.
...

In my early days of childhood, I beheld a man,
He was in eighties with thin wobbly, shaky legs,
Slits slots were on his heels, broken were his boots.
...

The night is waning, consuming itself,
All residents of the world,
Are latent, resting their heads
Upon the arms but here far away from her
...

An old-man after the burial of two sons,
A daughter and his aged faithful wife,
Began to search contents of the cottage,
With anxious perturbed eyes
...

When the hot winds blow and trees beep,
The snow clad peaks melt as if they weep,
The icy water trickles, falls gushing down,
From the rocks crimson, grey and brown,
...

My Enemy!
Have you forsaken reading
The writes on the hems of petals
With the hands of dew?
...

An effort to forsake you,
A desire to remember,
...

I am big,
Small is my cage,
...

Muhammad Shanazar Biography

Muhammad Shanazar is a poet from Pakistan, he started his career from very humble beginnings. He had keen interest in getting education and his hard work led him to the heights of success. After having done Master in English Literature, he served for three years in Police Department then he got an opportunity in Higher Education Department as a lecturer. He emerged as a poet and translator in the world and got many international awards and literary honours from different literary organizations of the world like Poet of Universal Inspiration, World Icon of Peace, The International Best Translator,1st Four Stars Ambassador in the World, Extraordinary Ambassador for Gratis Culture, Poet of the World, Cross for Peace, Cross for Literature, Pride of Pakistan, Herbert Macaulay Award, World Laureate in Literature 2017, Pride of the Globe, Literaurnost Gold Award, The World Best Poet 2017, Ambassador of Humanity, Poetic Galaxy Award, Ambassador of Justice and Peace, Ambassador De Literature, Connoisseur De Poetry 2018 and several other accolades. He was one of the several nominees of the Nobel Prize in Literature for 2015, different organizations from India announced for him awards like Sahitya Aanand Literary Award 2018, The Eternity Peace Award 2018 and ISISAR Intercultural Peace Award 2019 which he has to yet receive, he has been conferred upon Honourary Doctorate in Peace and Humanitarian Education by Instituto Educando Brazil. Now he is Associate Professor in English Language and Literature, and appointed Principal at a degree college in Pakistan. His poems have been published in many world anthologies. He has authored four books of poetry ‘Gems’, ‘The Cold Stars’, ‘The Dance of Darkness’, and ‘Cries in the Wilderness’, besides, his translated books from Urdu into English are: The Alien Eyes’, ‘Wrist in the Clutches of Death’ ‘A Tempest In Silence’ ‘Sugar Coated’, ‘Symphony and Other Poems’, ‘Snowy Sunlight’, ‘The Burning Roses’, ‘The Coin of Death’, ‘Withering Dreams’ and ‘ A Book of Love’. He also has translated individual poems, articles and short stories, their number may exceed more than 1000. He is a life time member of IPTRC China and International Writer Association (IWA) , USA, which is a UNESCO recognized body. He is a member of Editorial Advisory Board of Sahitya Anand, Secretary General of World Institute for Peace Nigeria and 2nd Secretary General of World Union of Poets, Italy, The First Vice President World Nations Writers’ Union Kazakhtan. Just recently he has been appointed Dean-Poetry Critic and Assessment at Motivational Strips Academy Of Literary Excellence and Wisdom that also declared him one of the top six writer in the world. He had been one of the jurors of international awards given away by Galaktika Poetike ATUNIS, Albania, World Union of Poets, Italy and World Nations Writers’ Union, Kazakhstan. He writes against war and he wishes to see the world perfect harmony and concord.)

The Best Poem Of Muhammad Shanazar

A Desire

I wish I were a seasonal bird,
That travels flying around the world,
With sweet companionship of a partner,
Whose heart knows nothing except,
Faithfulness, how to share the pangs.

Then I fly with the delighted light heart,
Caring least the self made boundaries,
Of the countries or continents, across
The foaming wavy seas; to search,
The land, plains or isolated valleys,
Where neither one makes victim the other,
Nor playfully breaks the brittle hearts,
Nor does cast fear holding the fatal guns.

I would then chirp on the far off shores,
And dance along the ballet of the waves,
Away from the polluted and violent world
Of man, of which each nook and corner,
Smokes, smoulders and smells with hateful,
Explosives amid the shattered cottages.

Muhammad Shanazar Comments

Uzma Jamil 28 September 2007

Prof. Muhammad Shanazar sees poetry in an artist to help the suppressed creative energies. Creativity is necessary for survival and it requires both imagination and logic. Through his poetry it is a magical way of reaching feelings and emotions, the sub-concious and natural energies. His depiction on certain themes is remarkble, vivid, startling and yet truthful.His thoughts are of a bold and daring kind which a few poets would venture to use or even imagine.A simple picture is often seen painted by the use og truly felicitous words.Though a depth is found in some verses.Invariably one single image is not yeilded which is the meaning.The meaning flourishes as the poem moves.The insight of Prof. Muhammad Shanazar both awakens the imagination to work, and is, in turn sharpened by it where it is at work.It shows that when his creative gifts were engaged they were inspired by their sense of the mystery of things to probe then with a peculiar insight and to shape their discoveries into imaginative forms.He combines imagination and truth because their creations are inspired by a peculiar insight. There is something magical in his poetry which seems pleasing to the sight and sound.Each poem is a jewel in itself, whiich has a specific charm in every angle and every aspect.The success of his words is partly the result of a highly discriminating art. His innocence becomes inviolable when the love of humanity becomes naked.He is poet of peace, harmony and love.His romanticism is thus culminated in the concluding lines: 'If the childhood be a commodity, And I had the heap of gold, And wealth countless and untold, I would buy without bargain, The dreamy age second time. In some heart rendering themes he can be seen as the poet of humanity and wider sympathy.He has a skill to draw tears and melt hearts.The feeling of the departure of a person is very aptly potrait in the poem 'The Real Game' 'In the evening they shouldered the cot, The procession advanced leaving me depressed, Turned the corner, with the sacred chorus. I stood stunned in the middle of the yard Staring to the street, questioning the walls, ''Why had they not taken me along? '' At night I cried aloud when I found, An empty bed laid in the deserted corner, I sought under the cots, behind the doors, Where she did hide, but could not find. A pair of shoes, the clothes on cord, Consoled me well, told me the truth, Ah! The real game she had played. The simplicity of his words does not deprive them of their depth. It is both simple and profound.Reading his poems provides enjoyment as the essence of purity is found.The bitter experience of the materialistic world is seen The miseries of the man is felt under the blue sky. An intellectual mind is required to catch the flash of his observing eyes. His concentration of his thoughts is connected in his swiftness of expression.The qualities of minuteness and vividness way that Prof. Muhammad Shanazar accepts life with all its pain and despair. 'After striking against the rocks, Vibrating echoes become still. Feeble cries reach no ears, Changing bodies into ghosts, Unabated miseries lure to death. His keen observation presentrs the maturity of his style. He has the knack of capturing the most essential detail and of compelling our attention. His language is concise, exact and concentrated.Each and every wordv proves an essential part of the poem. The power of seeing things with sobriety is the temper of Prof. Muhammad Shanazar. He presents things they are and does not impite his own feelings.He keeps his individuality alive, tjhrogh a particular angle gifted to his nature.The poetry of Prof.Muhammad Shanazar has its own origin, its own footing and its own reasons.His poetry reflects strong emotional and spritual experiences.He has a power to feel others in himself.Prof.Muhammad Shanazar is wit a particular angle of understanding. His thoughts have also fled over the daughter of Eve painting: 'The erect spectrum of pestilent radiance, Provokes more in the stifled hearts, Scornful pangs of the burning blothes, The disdained despised daughter of Eve, Forlorn in thoughts perhaps thinks, That fate might have committed an error, Placing her on the wrong side of the road. He writes poetry only on what he feels upon his senses.His philosophical thoughts show us the world of reality. He has the qualites of a true and great poet. And a great poet is not a mystic, he is a doer, a maker, a creator a revealer. His poetry is not only rich in line, colour, light and shade and sound but it is also rich in images of theorganic sensations.He penetrates into the cores of the heart orv tries to grasp even the tiny bit of it.Poetry comes to him natuarully and spontaneously. His poetry is bound to be given its due place it truly deserves.I deeply appreciate the depth of his work and wish him success at dawn, at sunset and all the hours between. I pray for his mammoth success. Uzma Jamil.

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