From an Afghan Girl: Songs of the Dead

A poignant poem about a girl in a war-ravaged place by Deeya.

I gather pollens from the air
while among the rugged terrains- In this land
the song of ‘jehad’ floats every now and then

the air is heavy with
the stench and smoke
of gunpowder and blood

She waits, her henna-dyed hands
‘Bashir’ embossed in them

Somebody’s bringing the ‘kafan’ again…
before the nuptial song’s over

Death is smuggled into these very lands
every now and then…

Note: Jehad: Holy war in Islam
Kafan: Shroud

©Deeya Bhattacharyaal,

Pic from Net.

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