Dr. Shujaat Hussain is a celebrated literary critic, sensitive poet, creative author of eminence and prominent book reviewer. His two books \u2013 Heat and Dust and Tolerant India, among many have been widely discussed, viewed, reviewed and analyzed. He is credited to be widely anthologized in Indian history of English poetry. His skill coupled with intellectual thought blended with dazzling creative imagination enables him to soar and twinkle on the horizon of Indian English Poetry. He is, of course, armed with the specific features that make him singular among his peers \u2013 his poetry and criticism is showcase of gallantry.<\/p>\n
He has been honoured with several national and international accolades for unique qualities in his writing that reflects individuality that leads a new trend that is fully dedicated to the welfare of humanity through his criticism and poetry. He stood first in M.A. (English), secured distinction in American Literature. Did his Ph.D. (title: The Mind And Art of Khushwant Singh).<\/p>\n
It is simple as that his review power is so much explosive in narrative as well as romantic in nature like the shower of beauty from the sky of the literary moonlight. He surprises the poet whose poetry is analyzed by his pen. He is a genius of many excellences. His article makes writers and poets think about themselves and their capabilities. He is a true, dedicated and great critic and an excellent explorer of poetry.<\/p>\n
Khushwant Singh has given him an Authorization Letter to translate his short stories from English into Urdu and several of his translated short stories have been published in the national leading newspapers.<\/p>\n
More than 55 newspapers, magazines and journals of national and international have carried his poems, literary articles, reviews and interviews.<\/p>\n
Poems, literary articles and reviews have been translated into Greek, Chinese, Japanese, German, Korean and several Indian regional languages and are available on many Web Pages and various sites of newspapers, magazines and journals.<\/p>\n
He is the Founder President of the United Spirit of Writers Academy, India, President, Tajdeed Institute (Iraq) Branch in India, Joint, Advisory Member of many national and international journals, and literary organizations and academies.<\/p>\n
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SPIRIT OF PEN ON SALE<\/strong> I did not sell my pen, Don\u2019t follow my shadow If the senseless raise any question I remember the horrible death Indian people of nectar disposition Palmyra in Syria The sky fell to the ground Trades of the traders They break the mirror Intentionally to submerge the history Dr. Shujaat Hussain (Founder President- United Spirit of Writers Academy) prolific book reviewer, prominent poet and celebrated literary critic resides at 4\/771, Friends Colony, Aligarh \u2013 202 002 (U.P.), India<\/p>\n SPIRITUAL SPIRIT<\/strong><\/p>\n Non visionary can fly with waxen wings A world of profit, power and delight The clouds move from place to place to rain Politicians can\u2019t raise the wind or rend Cease evil deeds before it ruin the mind Spiritual spirits are adoptable and inspiring If you wish to serve your mother land (Dr. Shujaat Hussain is an Indian prolific book reviewer, prominent poet and celebrated literary critic resides at 4\/771, Friends Colony, Aligarh \u2013 202 002 (U.P.), India) You make new video games! To kill the enemies With the sophisticated arms If commits any mistake Dr. Shujaat Hussain is a celebrated literary critic, sensitive poet, creative author of eminence and prominent book reviewer. His two books \u2013 Heat and Dust and Tolerant India, among many have been widely discussed, viewed, reviewed and analyzed. He is credited to be widely anthologized in Indian history of English poetry. His skill coupled with […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":3550,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[171,162],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=801"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3549,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions\/3549"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3550"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=801"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=801"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u200b\u200b\u200b<\/p>\n
\nThought, conscience and soul
\nEvil spirits may cause
\nHarms to the body
\nThe wise knows
\nThat is mortal and soil<\/p>\n
\nI am where, let me be there
\nExtract from my books
\nMy earnings from the virtues
\nYou will find
\nIn the pages of the books<\/p>\n
\nAbout my love and passion
\nFor the Motherland
\nTell them
\nI did not sell my pen
\nThought, conscience and soul
\nI did not pollute
\nIdeas with the heap
\nOf malice, rancor
\nDiscrimination and intolerance
\nFierce fear surrounds the society<\/p>\n
\nThe three years old Kurdi\u2019s son
\nAylan drowned in the Mediterranean Sea
\nThe shameful living body
\nWatched the dead body at the shore
\nCreated waves, wails, sighs
\nAnd tears in the West
\nIn the famine stricken eyes
\nNo word
\nOh! Ah! Alas!
\nI did not sell my pen
\nThought, conscience and soul<\/p>\n
\nA deluge of poets
\nAuthors and editors of the soft hearts
\nChannels and newspapers of high class
\nLand of saints and seers
\nGods and goddesses
\nTemples, mosques and shrines
\nWhy will I fear God?
\nI can stand before Him
\nAs I did not sell my pen
\nThought, conscience and soul
\nNor any deal of post or accolade
\nNor lust of any power or scholarship<\/p>\n
\nMonuments of human civilization
\nThe Caliph of the Wahabis
\nAbu Bakr Al Baghdadi
\nTurned into ashes in frenzy
\nNo agitation or demonstration
\nIn the land of our country
\nPeople are at daggers drawn
\nFor animals and insects<\/p>\n
\nMarked deterioration in glorious culture
\nEclipse in the past glory
\nAs the people witnessed
\nCorpse of the wife
\nOn the shoulder of Dara Manjhi
\nWalking 10 Kilometers
\nIn Kalahandi of Odisha
\nI did not sell my pen
\nThought, conscience and soul<\/p>\n
\nOn the politics of the dead
\nOn the politics of the living
\nOn the natural calamities
\nSouls move in the graves
\nOn the fervent supporters
\nOf the global politicians
\nOne hand blood stained
\nSecond hand carries flowers<\/p>\n
\nAnd kill them who show the mirror
\nThe world witness with stone and bullet<\/p>\n
\nIronically history goes on\u2026.
\nI did not sell my pen
\nThought, conscience and soul
\nMy absolute surrender before God
\nHe is my protector
\nAnd with me<\/p>\n
\nTo soar high to touch sky for all springs
\nIn rising sun with its heat and glow
\nTouches earth like the pale leaf in a blow<\/p>\n
\nCozy comfort whirlpool of short flight
\nDelicate petal sweet source of beauty
\nLearn how it performs nature\u2019s duty<\/p>\n
\nWhere will it rain not known to brain?
\nWhy are you called in the world supreme being?
\nJust above animals to be human beings<\/p>\n
\nNor in their hands to cause ripple or bend
\nLoss of our will make them rule over us
\nStill chance left to come out of this fuss<\/p>\n
\nAs worldly wings gives pride to make blind
\nDoom enables a man to conquer treasure
\nOne piece of bread with pulse provides pleasure<\/p>\n
\nEfforts of saints and sages have been untiring
\nDomes and tombs enshrine India united
\nMorn temple bells keep us delighted<\/p>\n
\nKeep it up on your head as a brand
\nMillions of blessings follow your mission
\nHope of New India is our ambition.<\/p>\n
\nWild Wolf\u2026Rabid Dog<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nYou sell it in the markets as well
\nYour generation!
\nGeneration grows playing video games
\nAdult also play on Laptop, Tab and Cell!<\/p>\n
\nHow much delight and thrill it imparts!<\/p>\n
\nGet so many points
\nGet new life too!<\/p>\n
\nStarts a new game again
\n\u201cAttack on Gaza\u201d
\n\u201cGaza under siege\u201d
\nIt s a video game for you
\nThis is like action packed film
\nBombardment everywhere
\nHospitals, UN Schools, Islamic Schools,
\nMosques, Markets and Civilian Areas
\nCars turning into flames are flying
\nBombs are pouring on houses
\nChildren, women and the innocent
\nAre dying under the debris
\nYou would be taking much pleasure
\nSeating at home.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"