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Nirvana and Purgatory:
  • On one hand
  • 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