Ahmad Husain
Ahmad Husain Poems
The hunger of wealth, jewels and fame
Led me to betray my motherland
Never did I think of its obligations upon me
Although my fate had the revenge in its hand.
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Outside my hostel,
Sitting in the garden,
Thinking how to get free
From the terror called ‘WARDEN'.
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There came the Santa
Carrying with him
—— At the strides of his beloved reindeers
On his golden sleigh of hope ——
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Whenever I recall him of a few days back
He seems to be as a friend of mine.
A nice, a closed and the best one I had
For whom the quarrels, the flare-ups
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Sorry and please
Are the two words,
Which have lost there meaning
And became absurds.
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She had given her all without a word
To serve the man, for the glee of her spouse
Her groom, as they say, her reason for life
Her killer, her assassin, I don't shy to announce.
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Having a sight out to look beyond
From the horizon there's a sun to respond
Darkness engulfing whole Middle of the East
Is there an end to be reckoned?
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Ahmad Husain Biography
Ahmad Husain was born on 29th July 2001 at Gaya (Bihar) , India and is currently living in Aligarh (Uttar Pradesh) , India. He has done his Prep from Green Cresent Public School, Aligarh and has completed primary school from NNPV, Kendriya Vidyalaya J.N.U. Campus (IIT Branch) , New Delhi and Kendriya Vidyalaya Aligarh. He is currently studying at the prestigious S.T.S. School (popularly known as Minto Circle) , Aligarh Muslim University, Aligarh (U.P.) , India. From early days his passion is reading and writing. Though he has not published a book yet, he loves to write poetries. Born in 2001, Ahmad lived his early life in Gaya (Bihar) , Aligarh (Uttar Pradesh) , and later, in 2007, shifted to New Delhi. He studied at the local Green Cresent Public School till Kindergarten. He qualified for Kendriya Vidydlaya (IIT Delhi) in 2008 and studies there till class III until he returned to Aligarh, getting a transfer to K.V. Aligarh. For class VI, he cleared the entrance examinations and got addmission into the prestigious S.T.S. School (Minto Circle) , Aligarh Muslim University in 2012. Currently he is studying at S.T.S. School in class IX. His hobbies are cycling, playing PC games and reading novels. The Harry Potter series is his favourite book series - J.K. Rowling, author of which, is his favourite author - apart from some other series like the Famous Five. He also likes reading poetries.. He is an addict of The Hindu, the daily newspaper. His aim is to become a novellist in future, apart from being a columnist. His primary aim is to publish a book of his self-composed poetries. Contact info: Email - husainahmad29@gmail.com www.twitter.com/sparrowastray https: //www.facebook.com/ahmad.husain.35110418)
The Best Poem Of Ahmad Husain
The Betrayal
The hunger of wealth, jewels and fame
Led me to betray my motherland
Never did I think of its obligations upon me
Although my fate had the revenge in its hand.
I thought I had succeeded all the way
I got the life I was waiting for
The dreams of being filthy rich
Or the wishes I once used to adore.
A few days of gain was everything for me
A life like a king knew no bound
Few days looked like years of comfort
But what was in my fate was now too late to be found.
In the midst of this all that I can recall
There came a time that I can't forget at all
A turning point in the route of my life
A U-turn that led me to a gigantic fall.
The treachery of mine gave its yield
And the awaiting disaster struck me hard
I was hurled away like a broken old toy
Everything was snatched and I was destroyed.
I was back to my own, worse than my past
I got completely ruined and was aghast
Nothing did I have to satisfy my gut
I had began to starve until it did last.
Within the darkness finally came a ray of light
From the mid of the sea came a shore in sight
I was back to the soil I did betray
But that very soil breathed me my life.
Broken was I with the shame in my heart
Lamenting myself all night all day
For betraying a soil that was everything to me
I wanted to state but had nothing to say.
But still the land like a mother it was,
Gave my life back like a child long lost
The clear blue sky was the shade I had
The fragrant soil was the mat I got.
I regret it now when the time has passed
That I couldn't get it, I couldn't understand
That this divine beauty, the sacred soil
Was nothing much in sight but truly my motherland.
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Ahmad Husain is a blossoming bud, an Indian poet of early teenage. His all poems I have gone through and these have amazed me a lot. A student of school with childish vision has broad means of ambition. His each word speaks about life well and his poems are philosophical in nature. I request all poets and poetesses to take care and encourage this young bud to blossom and spread fragrance being apt in world poetic community. May Allah bring him forward with his grace turning him as a golden personality. My bless and best wishes are with Ahmad Husain always. I hope and wish all the best for his bright future ahead.
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4/25/2024 11:37:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your parents are lucky and your mother is great. I am stunt to read your poems. you are the flower of poetry garden the fragrance of which will spread throughout. only i have to say, stay blessed. my poem long march is much appropriate for you.