The City of Poetry – Gulraiz Nagar"

"The City of Poetry – Gulraiz Nagar"

There was a time when this small town was barely known to the world — neither on maps nor in memory. But today, its name echoes across nations: Gulraiz Nagar, a city where every street, every corner, every breeze carries the rhythm of poetry. This wasn't an ordinary town. For its people, words weren't just tools of conversation — they were the expression of the soul, healing for wounds, and melodies of joy.

Everything changed with the birth of a boy named Aariz Gulraizi. With a modest appearance but a heart that held oceans of emotion, he was unlike any other child. While others played cricket or traditional games, Aariz would sit under a tree with paper and pen, lost in thought.

He wrote his first poem when his mother passed away due to illness. The lines were:

"Without you, even silence has lost its tune,

It was your presence that brought light to every wound."

The town was astonished. No one believed that a boy so young could write with such depth. Aariz poured his grief into poetry, and slowly, his verses reached every home in Gulraiz Nagar. People found themselves reflected in his words.

A new movement stirred in the town. Every person — young or old — picked up the pen to capture their feelings. Street corners became stages for open poetry readings. Schools introduced poetry as a formal subject. Each day, a new couplet or verse would float through the air like perfume.

Aariz didn’t just write about love and pain. He touched on social issues, conflicts, and the essence of life. One of his poems struck the nation:

"Hunger doesn't kill the body, it kills the conscience,

Poverty steals more than food — it takes your dignity."

The poem created ripples throughout the country. Aariz became a celebrated name, invited to literary gatherings nationwide. But his heart belonged to his hometown. He gave Gulraiz Nagar a new identity — the cradle of poetry. His verses became part of school syllabi, and he was lovingly called "Gulraiz's Ghalib."

With time, Aariz established a literary academy named "Bazm-e-Gulraiz." It became a beacon for aspiring poets. Weekly poetry sessions were held where the youth recited their creations. The academy’s influence spread far and wide, inspiring countless new voices. Even today, when a young poet emerges, Aariz’s influence can be felt in their lines.

Though Gulraiz Nagar remains a modest city, every wall, every home, every shop feels like a page of a living book. People greet each other in verse, and express their joy or sorrow through poetry. Each night, beneath the moonlight, someone pens lines that travel with the wind through the town.

Today, Aariz is old, but he lives on in the hearts of all through his verses. His final poem, etched on the gates of the city library, continues to touch every soul:

"Don’t ask the tale of my shadows,

I live as a poem in every heart."

And thus, Gulraiz Nagar became a legend — a city where poetry isn’t just art, but a way of li