THE CONCERNS AND CONTEMPLATIONS!
A revolutionary writer and a simple man,
He has upheld sanctity of the pen!
The canvas of his creations is very wide that covers many genres such as poetry, short stories, poetic novels, literary and social columns, autobiographical Odyssey, plays, one line stories and a hundred worded stories etc. He has met successes in all literary experiments by receiving a welcome response from readers , both the literati and the laity.
His meditative mind ever stays active and his command on the creative craft, keeps him curious to continue to contribute for Sindhi literature in different fields to enrich it with novelty of genres.
The book under review entitled as “Wer aen Vaee” An echo of a voice a prosaic poetry, is an excellent example of his novel experiment in the arena of Sindhi literature.
All prose poems given in the book are , indeed, his concerns, contemplations, critiques, censures, satires, lampoons and lamentations on injustices, atrocities, savageries, barbarities and brutalities, tyrannies and terroristic trends that have held humanity hostage.
He is an apostle of peace and abhors ammunition and all mortal weapons of death and destruction that snatch lives from human beings
Let's read this poem:
Bullet,,,!
Bullet kills
Delightful dreams,
And
Transcends
All bounds of barbarities!
Mohammad Ali berates at manufacturers of a bullet that is fatal for human life and all living beings,
Being a poet, he might have wished so in above poem obliquely;
A fragrant flower or a pink rose petal,
Is by far better than a bullet of metal!
Poet's roving thought captures cruel man from his collar and shakes his conscience , who acts as an enemy of mankind and commits murders of innocent people in different ruthless roles such as a dacoits, a terrorist, an invader, a tyrant and an oppressor for wresting resources, riches, lands wealth or establishing hold and hegemony on peaceful people even in religious or racial and colour consideration, in these terms;
Terrorist!
Being a man, you are killing men,
It is in no way your victory
It is the worst defeat of you.
O, terrorist!
Our popular poet looks a very sagacious soul and slates on crafty tyrants who pose themselves as pacifists and champions of peace and practically perform as patrons of tyranny and barbarity and spin wars in the world to use human beings as gun fodder .and gunpowder.
The world is at the doorsteps of destruction owing to race in manufacturing and inventing mortal munitions without an interval. Their role looks like promoters of war not preventers of it. That is truly a defeat of humanity against immunity from war.
He regrets at the inability and failure of mankind to triumph over war by eliminating it ,even in this ultra-modern of age advancement and enlightenment, in these lines;
Wars!
Wars are worsening world
and ironing all,
They indiscriminately burn,
The defiant and the innocent.
Human beings have not,
Yet triumphed over them!
The readers would wonder to find how the poet denounces dummy democracy when it adopts autocratic path to unleash atrocities upon underprivileged people who protest for meeting their due demands.
The very same public Representatives, when come in power the public votes turn dictators to get protesters beaten with batons instead of hearing demands,
He berates the banditry of dictatorial debonair of so-called democrats and democracy in these lampooning lines;
Democracy and batons!
You are inflicting batons
On protesters and persecuting
For
Demanding lawful rights.
What a governance it is!
What a democracy it is!
Mohammad Ali is a sagacious son of the soil, he feels much mortification to find mushroom growth of new breed of chiefs of every caste in Sindh, that was once abode of magnanimous minds and Sufi souls, in modern times, when feudalism is taking its last breath in the world. He deems it a social slavery imposed by unconscionable people upon themselves voluntarily and willfully for want of enlightened consciousness and magnanimity and laments at it in this way;
Sufic Sindh and Tribalism!
Every caste,
Has produced a chieftain,
Alas! Sufic Sindh
Looks in chains
By tribalism!
Being a revolutionary writer, he draws caricatures of courtly and intellectuals, writers ,poets and artists who do not revolt and rebel against tyrants of the time, but perform as pliant pets for personal perks and privileges like lickspittles and lackeys.
He shakes their conscience by censuring them, in these terms;
Sanctity of the pen!
Pray do not destroy
Sanctity of the pen,
For earning livelihood,
It is better for you,
To sit in a market
With a begging bowl!
I believe this book of prosaic poems, would earn admiration for Mr. Mohammad Ali Pathan for adding a new genre in Sindhi literature.
Jam Jamali,
H No.62/B,
Sachal Sarmast Township
Larkano.
12th Feb 2026