Poetry Series aziz ahmad - poems - Publication Date: 2008 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive aziz ahmad(3-3-1934) Name: Aziz Ahmad Pen name: Aziz – (Moradabadi) Father’s name: Qazi Jamil Ahmad Sahib, (Late) Date of Birth: 3rd March,1934 Place of Birth: Moradabad (U.P) , India: Qualification: M. A (English) Profession: Service (Retired Lecturer, M.Q. I. College, Seohara, Bijnor) Years of Haj Pilgrimage: 1975 and 2000 Name of Spiritual Teacher: (Late) Maulana Asrarul Haq Khan Sahib Guide of Urdu Poetry: Hazrat Samar Moradabadi Names of Ancestral famous Literary Personages: 1) Hazrat Ali Sikandar (Jigar Moradabadi (Late) 2) Qazi Abdul Gaffar Sahib (Late) Books Published: 1) Elegy on Jigar Moradabadi,1982 2) Life in Verses,1985 3) Ilahiyat-o-Wahiyat 1995 4) Mirat – e - Jigar 2001 5) Karvan – e – Ghazal,2003 6) Kehkashan – e – Ghazal,2006 7) Bostan – e – Ghazal, (To be published) Source of Spiritual gains And blessings Mother, Jigar Moradabadi and Spiritual Teacher Hobbies Essay Writing and Composing Verses Residence: Mohalla Lala Bagh, near Masjid Amin Sahib, Moradabad. Mob. No- +919411069686. Ph. No- 0 +91 591 247 0533 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 A Call For Unity Neither are we Muslims nor Hindus; We are Flowers of the self-same vase. Success will certainly kiss our shoes; We are working for the self-same cause. We brave the dangers courageously; We break the bars that came in our way. Our love will conquer undoubtedly The hearts of those who have gone astray. We know Enmity some men worship; Condemnable black sheep they are all. History proves our long fellowship; Hatred is bad and causes a fall. Ours is the Flag aloft in the World; Its hues our Love, Truth and Honesty. Weapon of non-violence we should hold If we want to prove our majesty. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A Force In the daily sights of Nature A force is active every where. The being of the day and night, The sun and the moon that look bright, The stars that twinkle in the sky The beasts that roam, the birds that fly, The fruits that feast the eyes of man, The clouds that rain, tell of a plan Of Him whom mind can’t comprehend, Who all does know and understand. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Letter Since when, dear, you have gone, I have become undone. I want you back to come; Whatever done is done. All your friends are traitors; They hijack my letters. You will know their movies; They worsen the matters. Come back, or let me hear One word of joy and cheer. Why do you now forget, Once we were very near? It seems you are misled, Misunderstanding fed. Do you not remember, You were mine once you said? You have gone for months nine; I still think you are mine. If you don’t come nor write, I’ll lie on the rail-line. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A Restful Sleep The man who wants a restful sleep, Or wishes fro his peace of mind, Or a life full of contentment, Should have a heart just - and kind. A heart that gives others relief, Relief to those who are in need. For he can’t have a restful sleep, Who makes other people worried. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 Adversity Adversity, say the wise men of old, Is a blessing is disguise. Adversity is a ladder of gold; Rung by rung on it we rise. Adversity brings out real worth of man; It’s not a foe but a friend. Adversity brightens our inner man As polish of a good brand. Adversity mingles sorrow and pain In the verses’ joyous strain. How so necessary and how so main! Save it joy is worthless, vain. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 An Atheist “Why do you ail, my room *partner? ” “My stomach is in disorder.” “You should use vinegar daily; You will surely become healthy.” “Aye, you advise me quite rightly; I know it works effectively. We should take it with onion In the doctors' opinion.” “No I tell you a better way; Experiment it from today. When you intend going to bed, Let no worry disturb your head. Then dropp into your both nostrils The drops of vinegar which kills The germs that upset your stomach.” This I said only in a mock. But, when at night, the fellow lay, Used it as I had told the way. He bitterly snorted and sneezed; He was by the affliction seized. He did not see indeed my fun, Though he deemed himself a wise one. He was in his creed an atheist; He had comprehension the least. He used to argue against God; His misunderstanding was odd. Why was he so proud of his brain, When could not see a fun so plain? *My room partner in Aligarh Muslim University. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 Birthday A friend of mine invited me On his birthday ceremony He arranged to express his glee, When reached the age of forty three. His house was adorned like a bride; Everything there was beautified; The birthday song was sung aside; My friend looked as if puffed with pride. Gladly the candles were lighted; The cake was cut and divided Among those who were invited; A scene of rapture was sighted. Though for my friend’s life I did pray, My thoughts went the opposite way. Why do we enjoy our birthday, When our life wanes a year this day? aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 Blessings O nature, how you make and mould Different form of countless men! Different chits of the fate they hold Written with your natural pen. Men are by nature different: Virtue do some; while some evil. We fall into astonishment, When they leave behind the Devil. We became breathless when we see Men surpass heavenly beings. It is though lotted what are we, Blessings may change the fate’s writings. Aziz Ahmad aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 Bus Collision A bus collided one day morn With a truck that did not blow horn. The mishap took a heavy toll Of passengers of the bus whole. Some were dead and some were rolling On the ground owing to bleeding. Limbs of men, women and children Were lying scattered and broken. These carriages in the forest Were after mishap taking rest. What a pathetic was the scene! Like that one might have rarely been. The air was surcharged with the grief; The hearts vibrated like a leaf. Such events serve as a warning To the men who have live feeling. But lo! The pockets of the dead Were picked there by the turbans red. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 Child- Eater Once came a child-eater from Kanpur To abide in the town of Rampur. A devil in form of man was he. As he was cruel, unkind and free. He wore a beard and moustaches long, And on his long flute, he played a song. He caught the children by means of trick; Some said, ‘By the power of magic’. He cut them with his sharp iron knife; That was the only aim oh his life. Concealing them in his bag, he went; But lo! The city people got scent. Then and there they caught him red-handed, And to the police overhanded. I didn’t know, then, what happened to him. During those days, I was a small child, And knew not of the aim of that wild. When I grew up, I observed the fact, He was not alone to do such act. As a big fish preys upon small one, So most men, in fact, do the same fun. It is a proverb that ‘might is right’; The weak became the powerful’s diet. Aziz Ahmad aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 Come In My Dream I Beg No More Come in my dream, I beg, no more; For your vision makes my heart sore. It reminds me of the days past; I thought then they would ever last. I loved you mutely and truly, But often become unruly. That love smoulders in my heart, And it seems will never depart. Dead are the moments I met you; For me you kept on waiting too. A sort of sensuous fragrance I smelt often in your presence. How wondrously you sang a song, Being rapt, in your passions strong! It gave me an inclination To sings songs in my own fashion. You oft prepared tea or coffee, And served me so courteously. What a taste it had and flavour Mingled with your love and favour! When you were nigh, I gazed at you; With confidence I used to woo. Those who got the scent were jealous Of us and often made a fuss. Come in my dream, I beg, no more; For your vision makes my heart sore. It reminds me of your fair form, When I observed no rules or norm. aziz ahmad www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 Conciliation Two real brothers differed longer On a certain household matter. One day, ran higher their anger; Their language grew rough and bitter.