Poems of Shafkat Aziz Hajam

Shafkat Aziz Hajam is a  poet, reviewer and co-author from India kashmir , District:  Kupwara, Tehsil :Handwara , village :Kargama .He is the author of a value based children's poetry ( rhyme book) titled as "The cuckoo’s voice"  .He has also  authored one adults' poetry book titled as "The  Unknown Wounded Heart " and has written more than 100 funny limericks ( five verses poems ) for children. And one more Islamic Rhyme book titled as Tawheed Islamic Rhymes. His poems have appeared in local news papers like Headlines Today and Kashmir Reader and in international literary  anthologies, magazines and journals like Inner Child Press International anthology USA , AZAHAR anthology , Spain , SAARC anthology,  Wheel song anthology UK, Prodigy, digital literary magazine USA, PLOTS CREATIVES online literary magazine, USA and translated works in other anthology in Argentina and Lebanon. He  has won a poetry contest of the month in the  USA . He has reviewed many poetry books of renowned English writers.He has received many certificates of appreciation for participating in many foreign poetry contests .He has been interviewed on podcast by Maxwanette , chief in editor of the PLOTS CREATIVES online literary magazine, from Kismee , Florida, USA and by a Poetess  Noreen Ann Synder , USA and has been selected for poetry recitation on UDAN TV , Bangladesh and interviewed by Chinar Radio 90.4 FM kashmir, District Baramullah , Sopore. Currently he is working as a private school English language teacher in a school namely AIIMS Secondary School  located in his native town Handwara. His poems were  published by The Global Nation news paper, Bangladesh. He was selected for poetry contest Award, Cosenza-Ciudad Federiciana in Italy. He is expected to be a future popular poet at national and international level.



MY CRIES OF PAIN

My cries of pain in words will last even after my demise.
When the unknown ones to me , will read them ,
They’ll feel pity for me only if they’ve experienced
What I do .
My woes are known to some whom I’m known to .
But they turn their face away when they see me.
Some congratulate me when I write a book about pain .
They don’t read it but say , “ o you are a great man “.
If they read it once, they’ll come to know
That what I write about, what is my woe .
I write about my pains , they pray that more and more
I should write,
They don’t know what I experience and against What I fight.
They only know that I am a writer
Would that ! They knew against What I am a fighter
May be one of them might help me
To relieve me from the pains I face
But such readers are hardly seen on the Earth’s surface.



I AM A DREAM

I am a dream of prosperity for my society
But, alas! Else than verbal appreciation
For my being its such a dream,
It does nothing for me to come true.
How will I come true ?
That only I have to do .
Indeed, I posses the ability to come true
But can’t it create an atmosphere
That I need to use my ability to come true?
Of course, it can ,
But it only waits for my coming true .



©®Shafkat Aziz Hajam