Jameel Ahmed Ansari
Biography of Jameel Ahmed Ansari
I love writing and reading poems.I have written a score of poems. My favorite poet is PB Shelley and I like John Keats and William Wordsworth too. Please have a look at my poems.
Jameel Ahmed Ansari's Works:
Book in progress
Jameel Ahmed Ansari Poems
The White Liars!
Just a small brief about the poem before u read! 'This poem portrays people who lie like anything, who dont hesitate to lie irrespective of the situation, people whose conscience says 'I dont care as far as
Every year it comes silently and passes by calmly, Creating an unparallel feeling through our spines,
I am the 15th august I am remembered for one day every year I make you proud every year I am your life's most memorable august.
My Daily Routine
It starts with Mondays, And ends with the Fridays, Mondays come at brisk rate, The Fridays come with delays.
The Lost Data
It’s lost Goddamn shit, It’s lost
8: 30 Naihati Local
Continuation of my earlier poem “My Journey to Office” Now starts the game of musical chairs,
The Indigenous Humanity
We are proud to be humans, We boast of our unique intelligence, We commit the most unusual crimes, Yet we say we are humans.
Tainted rich men they are, Their riches keep increasing Poverty is no birthright of the poor’s But they still sleep on pavements
It's Winter, Here Again!
She thrilled us before she left last year With a promise to be back again, Lovely were the moments she took with her But she vowed to return 'em once again.
My Journey To Office
08: 30's Naihati local, That’s what I target daily, I end up running to catch the 9: 05 local,
Rain O' Dear O' Lovely Rain
Rain O’ dear O’ lovely rain, The moment you touched the thirsty grains, You spread joy in the entire terrain, You made sure our prayers dint go in vain.
Plumb In Front
Plumb in Front Time to hit the stands again Let’s gear up for the biggest event
My Daily Routine
It starts with Mondays,
And ends with the Fridays,
Mondays come at brisk rate,
The Fridays come with delays.
At times the week pass like months,
Sometimes the months pass in a week,
At times it’s hard to kill time,
Sometimes the time kills you.