Poems of Dr. Bismilloh Sharif

Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

Afghanistan 

 Dr. Bismillah Sharifi is a Poet, Writer, Journalist, and Secretary-General of the Sabzmanesh Global Foundation):

Dr. Bismillah Sharifi, son of Haji Mohammad Sharif, was born on October 1, 1984 (9th of Mehr 1363) in Afghanistan.

He holds a bachelor's degree in Islamic Studies and obtained his master's degree in Public International Law. He is currently completing his doctoral level and has been awarded three honorary doctorates, including a first-class honorary doctorate in poetry and writing from the International University of Texas (USA).

For nearly ten years, he has served as Head of Information and Culture Departments in several Afghan provinces, including Baghlan, Ghor, Ghazni, Paktika, Sar-e Pol, and also worked with the state newspaper Islah.

His achievements include founding and leading numerous cultural and media institutions, such as:

Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Karvan-e Bayan publication

Founder of Neday-e Pamir monthly

Founder of Oghab weekly

Editor of Ettehad weekly

Editor of Tolou-e Ghor weekly

Founder of the Enlightened People Cultural and Social Organization

Founder of Ma'refat Library in Baghlan

Founder of Oghab News Agency

Founder of Avizheh Cultural Center in Kabul

Founder and Head of Sabzmanesh Technical and Vocational Institute

Founder of Sabzmanesh Private School

Editor of Aina Sar-e Pol monthly

Founder of Sabzmanesh Weekly

Founder of the annual Tulip Festival in Baghlan

Founder and Executive Secretary-General of Sabzmanesh Global Foundation

Organizer of the Sabzmanesh International Poetry Festival

He has published around 30 books, with several more under preparation.

Dr. Sharifi has participated in major national and international conferences and has received more than 100 awards, medals, and certificates of appreciation.

Several books about his life and works have been written by scholars from Egypt, Afghanistan, Iran, and Uzbekistan.

Among his honors:

Rudaki Award (Father of Persian Poetry)

Ferdowsi Medal

Cyrus the Great Award

International Ambassador of the Iranian Literary Association

Title: Standard-bearer of Poetry and Cultural Convergence

Ambassador of Unity among Persian speakers worldwide

Member of the Afghan Scientists and Specialists Assembly in Spain

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Shoulder of Trust

I was walking my lost feelings

when a flash of hope

sang a lullaby

to the extinguished lantern

from behind frozen mirrors

and cracked images

and lit it again with its miracle hand...

For a while now,

the ear of my hope

has been watching

my lost dreams

slipping past the nail of fatigue

beneath the shoulder of trust

under the excuse

of sunlight.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

The Grip of Life

When

a shroud-wrapped hyena

descends from the sky of humanity,

unaware of any faith or creed,

not by force—

but by deceiving its own kin,

like a crawling creature,

a biting beast

in the silence of night,

stepping forward with deceit—

Then truly,

from its beak comes

the sound of hatred and pain,

and from its presence

life suffocates.

At that moment,

the human soul no longer waits for light

and declares:

the age of humanity has ended,

and the spirit of humankind is destroyed.

©® Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

The Warmth of Hands

I know

behind your denying smile

and overflowing pride

there is affection

like the manifestation of the sun.

When the warmth of your hands

and fingertips

aim at the pomegranate,

my poetic words

become voices

for your red seeds

and cry out

true love.

Yes—

love means:

a denying smile,

overflowing pride,

persistence,

and continuity.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

Centennial Celebration

I was weaving my thirty-eight years

into your hair

when I saw

a chaotic city

laughing at me

aiming bullets toward me—

But I,

carefree of arrows and axes,

will paint your smile

in the centennial celebration of our love

within your hair

and the melody of your ghazals.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

Autumn

When

I walked upon leaves,

autumn

embraced me

and the sorrow of poplars

cried an entire sky.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

The Lips of the Sun

I wish

the ceiling of your smile

were as vast as the sky

I wish

the place where the sun kisses

were painless and without ladders

I wish

a poet’s destiny

were aligned with time

I wish

the words in my mind

remained young and dear

I wish

my nightly dawn

could build a world

I wish

your tenderness

were not temporary—

but eternal.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

Depth of Weariness

Your lack of understanding

is a pain

whose whip

has not only driven me

but even mountains

with veins of earth

to cry out

and has dragged the sea

into the depths of exhaustion.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif

Sling Stone

Minds are fleeing—

yes, fleeing…

When you,

with a burden of misunderstanding,

take control of time

and escort the coffin of dreams—

Then,

those who possess minds

become the pavement of roads,

and a sling stone

remains.

©®Dr.Bismilloh Sharif