Syed Ahmed Shah

Rookie - 247 Points (03-08-1960 / Guwahati, Assam, India)

Syed Ahmed Shah Poems

201. Translation Of An Assamese Poem By Nalinidhar Bhattacharyya 8/11/2013
202. Quarrelsome Man 7/13/2014
203. Knock V 12/13/2013
204. Allah Ke Bande (Translated From Hindi) 9/2/2012
205. Poem By Smritirekha Bhuyan (Translated From Assamese) 5/4/2012
206. We Haven'T Said It All 5/15/2012
207. Zikir Of Hazrat Azan Peer-Iv 7/9/2011
208. The Waves In The Human Heart By Hiren Bhattacharyya (Translated From Assamese) 2/17/2012
209. The Sun Disgraced By Hiren Bhattacharya (Translated From Assamese) 1/4/2012
210. Oh, For A Dropp Of Rain 3/25/2012
211. Mujhse Pahli Si Mahabbat Meri Mahboob Na Mang By Faiz Ahmed Faiz 10/2/2013
212. Samurai Words.. 8/21/2012
213. Die Kristallnacht Idiots 4/23/2012
214. Three Short Poems About Living 12/10/2013
215. Fireball 3/1/2014
216. Translated From Faiz Ahmed Faiz 10/30/2014
217. Hamne Dekhi Hain.. (Translation Of A Song Composed By Gulzar) 7/30/2013
218. My Dress Hangs There... Translation Of An Original Assamese Poem By Rousanara Begum 6/2/2014
219. I Aspire... Translated From An Assamese Song By Dr. Nirmalprabha Bordoloi 12/31/2012
220. Yeh Kooche Ye Nilaam Ghar Dil-Kashee Ke (Translation) 1/2/2014
221. It Is Fundamental, Honey 10/23/2013
222. Frozen 1/9/2013
223. Beads... 1/24/2013
224. Dust On A Windy Road 2/29/2012
225. Schizophrenia By Deepa Thakuria (Translated From Assamese) 2/23/2012
226. Holes 3/28/2012
227. Funerals Are For The Living 4/3/2012

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Best Poem of Syed Ahmed Shah

Funerals Are For The Living

If you are the social type
And enjoy meeting people,
Never miss a funeral in the graveyard;
Funerals are great occasions
To meet living people
In a peaceful surrounding…

I always had a lingering suspicion that
Funerals are actually
Meant for the living…

Graveyards provide great ambience
And throw in a surprise or two...
‘A fifty year old tomb of a five year old girl ‘

The dead never seem to age
Only the memory does…
What about that gentleman
Who you thought died long ago
Standing right next to you during the prayer

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My Funeral

City square
Someone stabs me on my back
And loses himself in the crowd...

The lanes clog with mourners
A weeping city bids me farewell...

The Imam leads the prayer and
Raises his gloved hands to the sky...

The Hand that destroyed me
Now raised to bless my soul...

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