In Memoriam; Gone but Never Forgotten:
T here are those figures who serve as pillars and illuminating lights in the quiet nooks and cranni…
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Her last portrait.
Aadil Ghulam Bhat ( Poet and Author ) She was oasis to my desert, A sun of hope to my heart. The wh…
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Aadil Ghulam Bhat (Poet and Author) The man had stolen himself. And, finally, theft of the soul.…
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I Sang the freedom song.
Aadil Ghulam Bhat Poet and Author (Born on 02/04/1999) Once free, I roamed the sky, With wings that…
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No more on ridge.
Aadil Ghulam Bhat [Poet & Novel writer] Born on 02- 04- 1999 The grass is now no more green.…
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My father old father!
Aadil Ghulam Bhat [Poet & Novel writer] Born on 02- 04- 1999. Last Friday, through the window, …
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From Oasis to Abyss!
Aadil Ghulam Bhat [Poet & Novels writer] Born on 02- 04 - 1999 She was oasis to my desert. A su…
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Voice of KaØ´hÙ…iR
On the bridge of Jehlum, where memories flow, I stand by the banks in June's gentle glow. Unde…
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MY LAST WORDS TO YOU.
Oh breeze, so metaphorical and free, Carry my plea, oh hear my plea. By the sea, she stands alone,…
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SOAR TO SKY! THE TENACIOUS.
Oh, how wonderful it is to be compared to an eagle, soaring through the skies with grace and po…
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When the Rain Falls
Amidst the pattering of the rain, A dreary day, full of pain, No sight of sun, no warmth, no ligh…
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THE FEW, THE BRAVE.
The three hundred and thirteen "Suhaba ra*" in Battle of badr. With horses scarce and …
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THE INNOCENT BIRD
Once free, I roamed the sky, With wings that carried me high. A world of wonder, a life of bliss, N…
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EGOISTIC FATE
My total indifference and poverty, Where humiliation weighs Heavily as a slab of concrete. And the …
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PEN WALK AND HOPE
I walked among the tidal wails. In the suit of scarlet red: And steps seemed dark and bright. My…
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A Tale of Strategy and Valor
I wade ashore at the crack of dawn with a spear and a shield in my hands. I must have frequently t…
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POISONOUS THOUGHT
When I found your pale face on a pillow, A nest so heavy with nothing on willow. The sheded leaves …
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Book review of Nights in solitude.
Aadil Ghulam Bhat, a Poet, noveliest and the author of two poetry books "100 years of my painf…
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The Dairies of November.
It's over, and did November not do nostalgic ease? Morning breezes, raucous calls of migratory …
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