Hamza Hassan Sheikh
Hamza Hassan Sheikh is a forceful young romantic poet and a novelist from Pakistan. He is famous for his love poems and lyrics of romance.
Hamza was born in D.I.Khan, the city located on the bank of the Indus River. He passed his early childhood in this city. He got his early education from the government school of his hometown. His educational career kept in progress from one institute to another. After his Bachelor, he moved towards Islamabad for higher education. During his stay at the university, he participated in the extra-curricular activities. He was also the editor of the literary journals of school, college and university.
His first collection of poems Some Moments of Love appeared in 2004. The book consisted of 45 short and long poems glittering with different romantic themes. The book was highly appreciated in the literary circles. His book was regarded as the evidence of revivification of romanticism and reinvention of the romantic symbols, imagery, subjectivism, joyous and painful thoughts, unfulfilled desires, pangs, perforations and ecstasy of a lover. Some Moments of Love played a vital role in the literary career and fame of the poet. The book was not only appreciated in Pakistan, but it was highly recommended in India, England, Japan and News Zealand. His poems have also been translated into Arabic, Persian, Urdu and other regional languages. In 2009, his second collection of poems Museum of Reminiscence appeared. In 2010, his debut novel Thirst All Around was published and in 3 years its editions have been published from Pakistan, India and U.S.A. In 2013, his first collection of Short Stories Rolling Gems and a collection of translated poems of Amrita Pritam Splashes of Moonlight appeared.
He is also the author of 3 collections of Short stories for the children and these collections of Urdu short stories published in 2006, 2007 and 2008.
LAMENT OF SCHOOL BOY
By:: Hamza Hassan Sheikh, Pakistan
My little body is drenched
With my own blood
My head is not with me
My body is shattered too
Now no one is able
To recognize me.
The cruel dyed
His filthy dreams
With my pink blood.
My bag is collected
By a policeman
That was reddish and burnt too.
My colours, my paintings
My ideas, my dreams
All demolished just with a blast.
What about that doctor?
A scientist, an artist
An officer or a socialist
Who dwelled inside me,
For the sake of humanity.
Is there anyone to reply?
My innocent question…
LYING SNOW ON ROCKS
Like a diamond
Glimmered each stone
Among mountains
The vagrant pieces of clouds
Touched my body
And made me to quiver
As your first kiss.
The rustling puffs of air
Whispered in my ears
As your warmth breaths
Charmed me in winter’s nights.
The clouds turned black
Borrowing colours
From antimony of your eyes
Stared at me
As you did with care
Hell
In memory of those labourers who burnt alive in Karachi Factory Fire Accident
Hell, hell, hell
Helpless poor! The skeleton of bones
Who drank water extensively
But unable to get food
Trapped in space
Where sky was burning
And land closed its ways.
They ran, went upstairs and then down
They cried, shouted and knocked at doors.
Hell, hell, hell
All around flames
Smoke enclosed them
Fire increased its dose
Now no way to run
No power to cry
The breathes were lessening
They rampaged, maddened and went wild
Catching own throats to inhale
All around were smoke and high flames.
Hell, hell, hell
They felt dizzy, throttled and fell down
Quivered, parched, burnt
Blistered, crackled, roasted
And finally a heap of ashes
Left nothing more
Except smell of human flesh
Few black jaws and a fistful burnt bones.
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