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Born: October 16, 1996
Place of Birth: Dhanda, Rawalpindi District, Pakistan
Current Residence: Islamabad, Pakistan

AllahRazi Rajput is a promising poet and writer known for his distinct style and the beautiful rhythm of his verses that resonate with readers' emotions. Born in the small town of Dhanda in Rawalpindi District, Pakistan, on October 16, 1996, AllahRazi's poetry transcends traditional boundaries, merging the old with the new in a way that captivates listeners and readers alike.

Education:
AllahRazi Rajput’s academic journey reflects a deep commitment to both the arts and the sciences. He earned his Software Engineering degree from Arid University, after which he pursued his passion for the written word by completing Masters in Urdu and Mass Communication. This unique combination of technical and literary education gives his poetry a modern touch while maintaining a deep connection to classical literary traditions.

Career and Poetry:
AllahRazi Rajput’s poetry is known for its emotional depth and lyrical quality. His verses speak to the heart, capturing the complexities of life, love, and longing with a voice that feels both fresh and timeless. As a poet, he is recognized for his ability to weave beautiful accents and contemporary expressions into the fabric of Urdu poetry, offering a new voice in the literary world. His work is celebrated for both its aesthetic beauty and the heartfelt emotions it evokes.

Current Life:
Now based in Islamabad, AllahRazi continues to write and inspire through his poetry. His words resonate with many, especially those who appreciate the fusion of modern and traditional poetic styles. He is actively involved in promoting Urdu literature, contributing to a vibrant cultural scene while pursuing his passion for storytelling and communication.

Poems:

Pain

He weeps in the grief of those
Who are left behind
He cries for those
Who
Crying in the grief of those
Who were left behind
Everyone is crying in remembrance of the past
You have never been a part of the past
You are the future that is never seen
O my princess
You will always be the future
because
I don't want to cry in your grief

In The Shadow Of Despair

In the house, where sadness holds its sway,
Memories linger, etched in gray,
The cleaner's number, lost in time's abyss,
A symbol of neglect, a haunting miss.

The silence echoes through the vacant halls,
Amplifying sorrow's mournful calls,
Each creaking floorboard, a whispered sigh,
Of joy departed, beneath the sky.

The dust motes dance in sunbeams' glow,
As if to mock the emptiness below,
The furniture stands still, in frozen pose,
As if awaiting occupants it knows.

But no one comes, to fill the vacant space,
No laughter rings, in this mournful place,
Only the ghosts of memories reside,
In this house where sadness cannot hide.

The cleaner's number, lost and out of reach,
A metaphor for hope beyond our reach,
As if the very act of cleaning,
Could erase the pain, and bring new meaning.

But the sadness clings, like a shroud so tight,
In this house where darkness holds its might,
And until the memories are laid to rest,
The sadness will remain, a haunting guest.