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written by: Khurram Nizami



A man was there,
Happily killing his desire.
A man was there
Always busy desiring my dream.

He was the man
Who corrected my steps.
And whenever it went wrong
He was there to shield.

That man was there,
Whenever I needed him.
Never knew how
But his eyes always followed me.

The time has changed
Now my closed eyes watch him.
And there is an angel,
Now commanding my dreams.

Khurram Nizami

Khurram Nizami

Journalist by choice, but poet by passion. Hailing from Lucknow, India, this is how Khurram Nizami can be defined. Writing since childhood but getting published since college days, feels poem starts by itself and ends by itself. His poems have appeared on different poetic websites, anthology as well as leading newspapers. He was the student editor of his college (EWING CHRISTIAN COLLEGE) magazine at that time affiliated to Allahabad University better known as East of Oxford.
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