Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Biography of Mohammad Akmal Nazir
I am Mohd. Akmal Nazir. I am the resident of mohalla Quazipura, Bahraich. I am the eldest son of my parents. My father late Mr. Mohd. Nazir Khan was a teacher in a local interermediate college. My mother Mrs. Shahida Begum is a house wife. I have two younger brothers(Athar Nazir and Arshad Nazir) and two younger sisters(Mrs. Rehana Salman and Irfana) . My brother-in-law Salman Ali takes delight in politics. He is a contractor by profession at the same time he is a good orator. He is very famous across Gonda. I am the husband of a traditional caring wife, Shaista Nazir and father of two beautiful children, Ahsan and Bilal.
I am a post-graduate and I run an English coaching institute.
I write verses both in Urdu and English. I don't call myself a poet because I simply express my ideas in the easiest language and I don't decorate my verses literally. I love to invite criticism.
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Mohammad Akmal Nazir Poems
*a Humble Complaint*
You could have been more polite observing me, Your harsh words have left An indelible impression, Hatred can be won by love alone,
A Busy Street
Shameless, nude always invites To outrage her modesty, Smooth and grey who would not be
The blow was very cruel, The bud could not blossom, It died underneath, And who cares?
*a Song Of Sorrow*
I write and remove thy name, In this way I punish my heart, Thy love was nothing but a game, And I was defeated by thy ways smart.
Clad in shabby dress, stinks sweat, A churlish who works day and night In the field, To speed up the pace of progress,
*the Cycle Of Day And Night*
When chirping of birds reaches my ear, When the call of the caller Does the heart tear, When the rippling of the river do I hear,
A Bitter Truth
The life will remain the same, You will remain the same, They will remain the same, The world will remain the same
A World Of Treason
Let's see the world with an open eye, And take it as a bivouac not destination, Its love is false and nature sly, It's an obstacle in the way of emancipation.
A Common Man's Prayer
I pray you to take me to that height, From where fall is not possible, But I know my worth, Being a human being I am the victim of
Hovering around the flowers, It sucks the juice and converts it Into honey, What a loss!
All the pleasant adjectives, Were hovering around her, Each of them wished,
A Daring Hope
My pain grows and my heart sinks, When far away in the sky a star blinks, The star of my life is about to sink, And when about it I impatiently think,
A Crime In The Dark Of Night
Under the cover of the drowsy night, I see a very painful sight, On the outskirts of the city, A crime is born out of pity,
Primary ambition- Earning, spending, loving, rejoicing, leaving everything far behind. Secondry ambition-
On Gujrat Riots
Who have taken
the world on stride,
Their callous hearts have no
The scream of
orphan, the wail of widow,
Move their heart intensely no more, Believing youths
are blamed alone,
taught the world
to love before.