Biography of Mahfooz Ali
This is my poem forum. Umm……. just to warn you ahead of time a lot of things I write on here are really loving and sometimes depressing too. I just write about things when I get a sudden urge and usually it’s when I am depressed but happy too. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy my poems and feel free to comment and email me at 'firstname.lastname@example.org' with any comments about my poetry.
To start, Click on my 'Poems' to read.
I am Post Graduated (M.Com) from the University of Gorakhpur, INDIA, in Economic Administration. I do also have a Master's degree(M.A.) in Economics from the Dr. Ram manohar Lohia Awadh University, Faizabad, INDIA and Post Graduate Diploma In Journalism & Mass Communication from Indira Gandhi National Open University (I.G.N.O.U.) INDIA. I am very fond of writing Poems; short stories; Articles; and Haiku poems. I am also a winner of an award of INTERNATIONAL POET OF THE YEAR SILVER MERIT BOWL AWARD from the INTERNATIONAL SOCIETY OF POETS, U.S.A. AND EDITOR'S CHOICE AWARD from the INTERNATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETS' U.S.A.from the hands of former PULITZER PRIZE winner W.D. SNODGRASS. At presently I am working as a lecturer in the University Of Lucknow, LUCKNOW, INDIA. I am a regular contributor of essays; poems; articles; short stories and letters in almost all dailies of INDIA.
Mahfooz Ali's Works:
1. Eternal Portraits
2. Hindi poems and short stories in Dainik Jagran and Kadambini.
3. Published English poems in the Daily ' THE
4. Published Article on Economic Reforms in
COMPETITION SUCCESS REVIEW MAGAZINE, INDIA.
7. Published many stories and poems in almost all
literary magazines of INDIA in Hindi and English.
8. Published Collection of poems in Hindi 'Sookhi baarish' (Dry Rain) .
Mahfooz Ali Poems
I Love My Family So Much.
To be apart of a family like mine is so divine where love is shown hurt is shared
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.
I Still Need A Mother
I need a mother who would love me I need a mother who would take care of me I need a mother who would understand me I need a mother for who I am
Retirement's a time we all hope to find, With no clock to watch except in our mind. The daily demands of the job that you choose, Take its toll, and you worry, afraid you will lose
Oh sweet memory, my heart breaks deep inside. Oh sweet memory, it's you I'm trying to hide.
Font Color='Black'Bopen Them
Open them, open them let the light shine, Release the binds of chains and twine.
Font Color='Black'Bbecause I Knew
I remember, as a very young child mom's loving touch. It had a delightfully delicious feel of warmth and security upon my senses.
****on The Brink Of......****
A wicked way the wind blows strong, tighten the craft and strengthen the tie. Ripping the sheets from the line does the wind torment?
*********i Still Clamber After You.........
Daddy--- How I loved to wear your big shirts and
Font Color='Blue'Bdifferent From The Res...
Being different from the rest was bursting a move and breaking from the crowd. Being different meant being bold. Being different meant taking risks for success.
..My True Love..
You are my everything you are my lover and my friend the one I confide to when I am sad, happy, or I
Font Color='Black'Bmy Share
I picked today a flower one will never see I took in its aroma and held it close to me.
Can Dreams Dream?
A dream can dream a wonderful thing. A dream can dream a horrible thing.
Font Color='Black'Bwhy I Am Writing This...
Have you ever wonder why things change? Why minutes are minutes, or why hours are hours? Have you ever wondered?
A Mother's Love
A mother's love is something that never ends
It's not a matter of who or when.
A mothers love is always there
From the womb through to the rocking chair.
Even when she's gone,
She never leaves you alone.
It's something warm and fuzzy on a cold winters night.
It's something you usually take for granted since it feels so right.
A mother's love is something that can't be bought