Mohammad Muzzammil

Rookie - 389 Points (2nd July,1986 / Bahraich, India)

Mohammad Muzzammil Poems

81. Corruption 11/17/2011
82. God 11/16/2010
83. Struggle With Darkness 3/12/2011
84. Marriage 10/22/2010
85. Human 12/8/2010
86. A Singing Broken Heart 10/21/2010
87. Mother 10/9/2010
88. As You Like It 12/10/2010
89. A Failure In Love 4/15/2011
90. Muslim 12/14/2010
91. Bandstand Beach 10/13/2010
92. Life 7/2/2011
93. A Rainy Day 7/5/2011
94. The Impact Of Love 10/31/2011
95. A Child's Dream (On Gujrat Riot) 10/28/2010

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  • Ata Ata (3/13/2013 5:00:00 AM)

    Your poetry often tends to underline some important society 's issues. You like to send some important messages through your poems to your readers.Your words are well crafted.I wish your poetry could enchant many readers.Good luck!

  • Wasim Akram Wasim Akram (8/17/2012 1:55:00 PM)

    Nice poems all poems r heart touching...congrate muzammil bhai

  • Angela Wybrow Angela Wybrow (6/8/2011 12:12:00 PM)

    I love Bandstand Beach and Ode To Teacher. Your use of language is really good.

  • Amy Marie Amy Marie (12/13/2010 4:58:00 PM)

    Your poems are pretty well written :)

Best Poem of Mohammad Muzzammil

A Child's Dream (On Gujrat Riot)

This is a dramatically poem on the Gujrat riot...>

Once while sleeping I saw a dream,
In a beautiful ground was playing,
That was lying near a lovely stream,
A pretty smile was the sun displaying,
Grass was tickling when we'd run,
And dew disappeared as shone the sun.

In the game, so fast I ran,
And found myself far away,
Saw back but no friend I sought,
But my eyes met an old mourning man,
May be, he forgot his own way,
I reached him curiously in this thought.

When he turned his lovely face,
I recognized, Ah! Our National ...

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Azad College (Bahraich)

Some moments are coming from the throng,
Although I have left them far behind,
Yet with me, they will be life long,
Fresh in heart and engraved in my mind,
Whenever my eyes on the college cast,
I become a statue, caused by past.

Thy fence and field tell thy story,
But silent classes are like stopped waves,

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