Biography of Aftab Alam
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Aftab Alam 'Khursheed'
AFTAB ALAM is an Indian poet born at Ranchi Capital of Jharkhand on 15 April 1967(Saturday) in the house of Md. Sanaullah (Father) and: Qaisra Khatoon(Mother) ( married in the year 1989 with Aziz Fatma her nickname was Bahar(spring) She was brave and beautiful, blessed with three children 1.Shaista Aftab 2. Pardaz Aftab and 3) Sheikh Aghaz Aftab. She died in a road accident at Ranchi on 29th Oct 2007 buried at the cemetery of Prastoli on Monday at night on the same day after the night prayer,
Hobby: To read the books of any kind but Quran is above all.Keats Byron, William Wordsworth, Maxim Gorky, Prem chand, Nirala, Iqbal, Dushyant, Dumil, Charles Dicken, Leo Tolstoy… Keats kills him.WW makes him to cool, Charles Dicken, prem chand and Maxim Gorky Shown the path to write and understand what is the world.
A lover of Nature and its creatures,
'HOW LONG PEACE WILL KILL THE PEACE LOVING PEOPLE'
Address: S/o Md Sanaullah (Near Mosque) ,
Prastoli, PS/PO Doranda, RANCHI Jharkhand(India) PIN 834002mobile no. 09634511277 email firstname.lastname@example.org
Aftab Alam's Works:
Books has not been published
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Aftab Alam Poems
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,
Ugly Legs Of Peacock
Once, I danced; Under the cloudless canopy, With a dream of yours, What a joyous moment it was!
Go On Writing
Petals Of Peace
What life! For I know, it's a magical bag I can see uneyed, the bag with its tag Always empty, it has a gigantic desire What a folly with us? Why bathed in pyre!
I'Ve Learnt To Laugh In Grief
Delicate you are, Fragile-agile roses! Thou art Boldness; Angels on earth you must be.
Coming Of Jesus
Jesus came, Jesus came, Jesus came for us Jerusalem is shining bright, Jesus came for us On the roof before the dusk, Jesus came to us Tears roll, bare sole, song of praise, rush n rush
That's How Sun Dies
When all birds flew back to nest, for rest, Sinking sun into west when floated very fast Heavy hands and hazy mind when lost its zest, Then I am quite sure, he is losing vigor bast,
‘o' My Almighty
Is it tears of the night? Or pearls of the day! Is it woes of the star? Or dancing feathers gay!
What nature! Is it more beautiful than the human senses? What nature! Beyond the imagination of human mind,
A Beautiful Life's Game
I was nowhere; neither was any trace of mine, In fact, in the lap of death, enjoying life's pine, I never fled but throughout the life, I bleed, Still, enough blood is left, for peace to plead.
Go On Painting
How fast thou move with the sound, ye brook, I find; No boat, no dive, yet, you are so beautiful, I drank, Thy sight, a throat full opiate; I went to swoon, A nature's painting! Lovely Curios; I will be back soon,
Awake, awake, O my torn fate! Be wise Why do you fall? Can't you rise? Hurry up! before the body is buried deep, Keep thy change that ye must keep.
Whole World Is Burning
My country is burning There is flame of hatred On the stove of faith Chef frying the trust
Mother 'o' mother of mine,
Who will forget thee...
Earth and heaven infuse in thee,
Ye suffer with shaping pine.
Mother 'o' mother of mine...
Thy love, bliss from heaven,
Thy words, a calm breeze
Ye the morning sun shine.....