A wonderful honorary poetry competition was organized in the name of Fakhr Alam Azmi on April 27, 2025, by the Islamic Literature Department, Payam Shayar, Aiwan Adab and Khaama Adab Forum, in which Abdullah Masroor, Ayaz Bastavi, Momin Hindi and Zulfiqar Saeed were present as the speakers.
In the initial phase of the program, President Zubair Gorakhpuri, Honorary Fakhr Alam Azmi and Mushaira Nazim Masood Hasas were covered with shawls and the ceremony of presenting bouquets was also performed.
President Zubair Gorakhpuri presented a poetic tribute to Fakhr Alam Azmi, which was read out by Mushaira Nazim Masood Hasas, after which the audience gave him a lot of applause.
After the recitation of the Quran and the Naat, the Isha prayer and tea break continued, then the Ghazal period officially began and the Mushaira continued with great enthusiasm and success until 11 pm. The Mushaira media Bazm-e-Sahil Poetry and Literature covered the program.
Below are representative poems of the poets present.
Civilization is born from my flaws too
Why should I slip like this in everyone's fate
(Sahib-e-Sadr Zubair Gorakhpuri)
The very purpose of coming has died
"We came to the market a little late"
(Sahib-e-Aizaz Fakhr-e-Alam-Azmi)
This earth has been mine, this sky has been mine
When this kingdom, this seven-star hotel, has been mine
(Aijaz Hindi)
If you sell one, what kind of broken mountain is it, my friend
People with dead consciences sell every day in the world
(Nazim-e-Mushaira Masood Hasas)
I could not find life throughout my life
(Khursheed Alam Sabri)
The one who has the warmth of sorrow in his heart
(My eyes have the same acid
(Saleem Rashak)
What need is there for knowledge and art for him
(Mungani is very popular
(Ayaz Bastavi)
How will he look happy at his own wedding
(Someone else's will has been imposed on him)
(Masihuddin Naziri)
Call upon Him if with the intensity of madness
He makes a spring boil in the scorching desert
(Abdullah Masroor)
Even the children of a laborer will become officers
Do not give your children hoes
(Nihal Jalib)
Ghazals are vases, all poems are like flowers
Smelling the heart with equal sweetness
(Momin Hindi)
Be far from God, worldly life, in which
Something happens, do not get involved with it
(Ehtesham Nishtar)
How can I say, there are no blisters on my feet
It is a pity that there are no spectators here
(Zulfiqar Saeed)
You cannot stop someone from injustice
Raising your hand in prayer is within your power
(Tawfiq Fakhri)
Civilization is dying in front of death
I am watching the fading path of love
(Aslam Sahir)
The bondman who started speaking as a means of travel
After death, my talent for speaking Laga
(Tabish Rampuri)
Spend four days of life together, friends!
Who knows when who will be separated from whom
(Rafiq Chogle)
I hug whoever has spread his arms
Who will hurt the heart of someone who is thirsty for love
(Siraj Ghori)
We, the people of Jinn, have been telling the story of Saadi in vain in the world of lust
(Kawish Siddiqui)
Who has forgotten death, who is ignorant
Whose existence has existed for centuries
(Sahil Bastavi)
Finally, after the President's presidential address, Momin Hindi Sahib thanked the guests, poets and the audience and declared the end of the Mushaira.
Report. Ayaz Bastavi
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