Syed Faizan

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A perfect picture of domestic life-
A child immersed in play, innocent still,
Wisdom in the man, patience in the wife,
He is at work and she at chores; until,
...

All things that are and those that have yet been,
Are but mere waves on times eternal flow,
All that the world doth see and has yet seen,
Shall fade away from sight, a mere shadow;
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In Art we find our own humanity,
By deifying our self defeating doubt,
And find within, that pure sincerity,
Which is denied us in the world without.
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One day I met my own mortality,
Saw vicious death was virtues sole reward,
Oh! Must, at last in dark absurdity,
Both good and evil end, 'Is there a God? '
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Syed Faizan Biography

Syed Faizan was born in the city of Mysore in Karnataka, India in June,1987. After completing his schooling in Mysore he commenced his Medical education at the Mysore Medical College and Research Institute (MMC&RI) in 2005 and graduated with a Bachelor of Medicine, Bachelor of Surgery (M.B.B.S) degree in 2011. He intends to pursue specialized training in Psychiatry. Faizan started writing poems when he was eleven years old, Nature being his first Muse. He has continued writing poems ever since and this cacoethes scribendi has over the years resulted in an oeuvre comprising hundreds of fugitive Sonnets and other poems. His poetic efforts have been primarily directed at attempting a fusion of Western and Oriental, particularly Indian, ideas of Poetry and he has, to this end, experimented with Oriental forms like the Ghazal.Apart from writing he loves philosophizing, playing the Violin, painting and travelling)

The Best Poem Of Syed Faizan

The Riot-A Sonnet From 'Indian Sonnets'

A perfect picture of domestic life-
A child immersed in play, innocent still,
Wisdom in the man, patience in the wife,
He is at work and she at chores; until,
Upon the horizon a crowd of men,
Appears with Crosses, Swords, Trishuls; aloud
Invoke a ‘Christ', a ‘Ram', an ‘Allah', then
They kill, rape, rob and burn; until a cloud
Of human beings haunted the ev'ning skies,
Each holy soul now wrapped in heavy smoke,
Wingless, formless, in silence upward flies,
-Just then innocence cried; the silence broke.
-I know not to which faith belonged those cries,
I wonder still which God those cries invoke.

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