Poetry by Mian Ali
THE SANCTUARY
Somewhere in between the woods,
Where trees flutter, flowers bloom,
Bees hum, winds chime.
And when the night turns,
A nightingale guides strangers in the night,
And when the seaman is lost,
The stars brighten to direct the right sight,
Like a saint,
Who holds the panacea to an evil mind.
As an itinerant,
I am frightened by the demons inhabiting all sides,
So come and shield me,
And provide me sanctuary in your arms full of serenity.
EMBRACE ME
Embrace me,
And I would place them all in your heart --
The tales of grief,
And fables of betrayal
Of the Jasmine and Lilac
By the stream where they bloom.
They promised me they would reach you
On the winds of spring,
To carry my message of love.
But I know
You would throw it out.
Mian Ali, a Lahore-based writer published in The Brussels Review, explores love, hate, spirituality, and morality through his writing. He weaves the tale that narrate the stories of the grieved heart. His work lingers at the edges of feeling and thought, always reaching for something just beyond language.
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