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Nirvana and Purgatory:
On one hand
An elegance looks
Qur’anic countenance and hermeneutic tresses
Speaks verses of love
Physique as sculpture of Ajanta
Roman and Rumi’an rumination
On the other hand
You have mortified the beard
Lost yourself and
Misplaced God
Speaks words of Feron
Physique as Satan
You think Yazidi
And his life is Hussaini
You are made of Fire
He is created of soil
You are an outcast from infinity
For him, God becomes 70 maternity
You are disgraced from eternity
He, the prince and handsome as Josef
You still appear from hell across the line
For him, protecting humanity is a duty
You are made of fire, on the way of fire, went to the fire
But, his name here and soul hereafter will be blooming forever
Kabul June 18, 2017 (on the attack in Paktia June 18, 2017)
Tragedy:
The weapons
Wrapped in the clad
Sealed up with the
Stamp of religion
How imperiously and peremptorily
They set fire to the cities,
And, in the guise of peace; they give
Midair and vibe of terrorism
To the continuous war,
Migration and wandering
And make the neighbors fight
Someone do ask
World’s just and judges
Terminally!
In the name of peace
What do they give us?
The history will record
Not religion or jihad
Neither famine nor misery
Neither the thirst for power
Nor the smell of ignorant
But,
It will record the tragedy of this century
As they were all mongers of weapons and explosives
Kabul June 17, 2017 (after the suicide attack on Al-Zahra Mosque June 16)
Afghanistan’s Rivers:
My surface gives you life,
But below is death;
Afghanistan is rife,
And I take out the wrath.
Do utilize me to get heal
Or others will take my surface,
And leave you the Pharaoh Nile:
You will have nothing but a regretful face.
You are the only one in the region,
Gifted with my big rivers and sweet founts,
Take the opportunity to the origin,
Or make your next generations pass you taunts.
Kabul 22-03-2017