By: Anwer Ghani

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At Your Home

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Home is where you find your soul and meet it; talk to it. Sometimes you slap it hard and sometimes you kiss it violently. When you want to go home always there is a vehicle. Vehicles that go home do not run out. There is always a bright green line for your home. When you move away from it, your body becomes less bright, becomes duller than you want to rise as if you are coming back from death; as if you are returning from a stumbling spirit, but the return vehicle is always moving and ready and not stumbling. No one can stop you, because the light of your home is stronger than the darkness; stronger than the alienation, and more importantly, the return vehicle is always ready and always smiling. It is your light from your bright green home. Imagine how wild you are on a dark pavement in a hard winter night. The land is not bad, it’s a house, but it wants you not to be too dark and call your soul to return quickly and not to stay on the dark streets; the gloomy streets. Your soul is a small and distinctive house, but it wants to sit near the window with a cup of coffee on a warm bed. To sit with your body under the light; the bright light in your home.

 

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When I Meet You at the Feast

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When I meet you at the feast, your warm hand will shake my hand and touch my heart so I will intone like a loving worshiper in an old mosque. When I meet you at the feast, you will smile at me like a pure sky and I will sing a joy as a butterfly came out in the morning to manipulate roses. When I meet you at the feast, you will kiss me deeply, so my cheeks will be reddened, and you will leave in my depths an indelible love. When I meet you at the feast, I will hug you strongly, and I will teach your ribs the story of eternity as if I were seeing you for the first time after an absence of ages. When I meet you at the feast, my face becomes softer, and my eyes become very bright as if I had just emerged from a silver lake. When I meet you at the Feast, I will love you so much, and I will be full of joy, as if I were a shy girl whose lover had just told her that he would ask her hand from her family on Thursday.

Bio: Anwer Ghani

Anwer Ghani is an award winner poet from Iraq. He was born in 1973 in Babylon. His name has appeared in more than fifty literary magazines and twenty anthologies in USA, UK and Asia and he has won many prizes; one of them is the “World Laureate-Best Poet in 2017 from WNWU”. 

In 2018 he was nominated to Adelaide Award for poetry and in 2019 he is the winner of Rock Pebbles Literary Award and the award of  United Spirit of Writers Academy for Poetry.

Anwer is a religious scholar and consultant nephrologist and the author of more than eighty books; thirteen of them are in English like; “Narratolyric writing” (2016),“Antipoetic Poems”( 2017), and “Mosaicked Poems” (2018),  and “The Styles of Poetry” (2019). 

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