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Anwer Ghani Poem
As you know,
love is an unexplained beautiful thing,
but we know it very well.
It is a postponed happiness,
its slender fingers draw
colored butterflies on our cheeks,
and its broken hearts
sings songs of absence
Love isn't easy.
Copyright © Anwer Ghani | Year Posted 2025
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Anwer Ghani Poem
I'm sorry,
I forgot my face and my voice.
Now I am faceless and voiceless,
and I don't remember the songs of my lost trees.
Believe me,
I know that this world has inspiring songs,
and that the sky has beautiful colors,
but what can I do
if all of our colors were stolen in broad daylight?
Copyright © Anwer Ghani | Year Posted 2025
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Anwer Ghani Poem
Silvery Chants
I am nothing but a boat its wing has silvery chants I can't tell you their secrets. When the silvery voice showed me its soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are slivery seas, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger can’t sit on our bough when my talk about the bright horses. There were cities of a sliver its whispers touch our window with smiles, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket any fairies but our land is the daughter of a silvery voice. Yes, I was just a smooth southern child sits on our bough with slivery chants in his small pocket."
Copyright © Anwer Ghani | Year Posted 2025
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