Biography of Mozafar Ali
I am 19 years of age and love poems especially the work of the Irish poet Seamus Heaney and the Whelsh poet Owen Sheers, I have been writing poetry for two years now and have built up a small collection of my own poems, hopefully you will take the time to read and enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them, Thank you!
Mozafar Ali Poems
I Miss Being A Kid
No responsibilities, no care. I fight for sweets, I over use ‘that’s not fair’ I’m young, lively, and joyful indeed. That was me before I was a teen.
Nature Of Violence
The bell rings. It’s fight night all over again, Here comes the red fist, Full of blood and anger.
Would I Dare Tell the Girl of Her Beauty? So Blessed and Elegant, The Way She Walks, Her Structure Grabs Eyes, As She Follows Down the Valley,
Till death do us part my love till death pull us away till death ruins our lives till death. We Stay!
The first day, I told you it was yours, For keeps I said, only yours! As you lay on the bed now, as I sit beside you, Hand in hand, I was always yours.
If I Trust You, Will You Break It? If I Give You Freedom, Will You Abuse It? Make Me Look Like A Fool. With Freewill Comes Limits!
As I lay in bed, My sight locked on the sky, I count the endless seconds that go by, Wondering if you’re doing the same,
If beauty was another word I’d shout your name My echoes would travel the distances n beyond For your beauty to explain would take to long
Golden brown skin, lush silky hair As you step of out bed all I am left to do is glare You drag the white sheets with you And walk to the shower.
I Love you so much you could never believe Placing a smile on that face is something I can achieve Respect and honour never deceive Give Love and care and sense of peace
It is said follow your heart, That’s where your dreams lay, So follow your heart, Follow it every day.
Maybe I will be happy, Maybe I won’t. Maybe I will be sad forever, Maybe I won’t.
Growing up together they were the good days, No stress, no pain, no hate, Only smiles, jolly friends we were, No ache of the future leaving it all to fate.
Déjà Vu, I lay in my bed, Fed up of wondering, You’re smiling while I’m suffering,
Sun Rise I Await Your Call,
Like A Inpatient Being craving your voice,
That one Word at the Start of the Day,
‘Morning’ It Sends Shivers down My Spine,
They know their way.
We Talk, We laugh, smile,
Were In love its crazy,
We go on about the names of our babies,
How we love each other and how we care,