Jahangir Ashraf

From many hearts, one garden grows
Where every story gently flows
A whisper here, a cry of light
A dream once lost now taking flight

The soil is rich with untold things
With hopes that hum, with grief that sings
Each voice a seed, each thought a rain
That falls to bloom through joy or pain

Some tales arrive on winds of grace
While others wear a weathered face
But all are welcome, soft or strong
To find a home, to sing along

So wander slow through woven lines
Where truth and beauty intertwine
From many hearts, one garden grows
And in its shade, the spirit knows