Anwer GhaniMartMy life is simple, not winter grapes, very juicy and fragrant, like the daughters of the Temple of Enlil, but my life is a brown heart is…Sep 5, 2020Sep 5, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe Whispering Language in Pragya Suman Poetry By Anwer GhaniWe have always been dazzled by the beauty of poetry, but since the advent of the prose poem, poetry has become another concept, and…Aug 17, 2020Aug 17, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe City of SnowIt’s a city combing its hair in snow, what a sleepy city. Despite what has been said about its great glory, and that the evenings are as…Aug 11, 2020Aug 11, 2020
Anwer GhaniAbsenceThe colors, the colors, the colors are stories and spaces. Did you not hear? How to deepen in the spirit of this coldness? Is all this to…Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020
Anwer GhaniI remember very well that inspirational souls, because the earth does not forget those who try to…Aug 8, 2020Aug 8, 2020
Anwer GhaniTumultuous Love; a prose poem by Anwer GhaniThe love that the tumultuous lover failed to create is the cause of all this hot flux, perhaps he should revise his tune. What we see in…Aug 8, 2020Aug 8, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe Bustling City; a prose poem by Anwer GhaniWhen we left the icy land to drown in the scent of the bustling city, the streets were rippling with hearts stealing. There is no quiet in…Aug 7, 2020Aug 7, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe FeastsThe Feasts are almond trees play in the field with butterflies, flying lightly with the breeze. When they tend to head of a child, they…Aug 6, 2020Aug 6, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe Sky is BeautifulThe sky is beautiful and soft. And I’m not telling you a secret, I just want you to look at it. The distances on my back, I dedicate them…Aug 6, 2020Aug 6, 2020
Anwer GhaniThe Gray Face of PainAll moments of pain are just ways. They take my pain to a dark corner and teach it how to be familiar. Our Pain is a cool story wearing a…Aug 2, 2020Aug 2, 2020