I washed myself since I was four,
Since mama was hidden,
Under crumbling stones
But don’t worry about us…
I lifted my brother,
Fed him,
Washed him,
Loved him…
But don’t worry about us.
The skies rained down on us:
Day after day
After day..
Blood dripped down his knees,
But don’t worry about us…
I cleaned his wounds,
Bathed it,
Wrapped it,
Kissed it..
But don’t worry about us.
The grounds are white, our
Bones they shiver
I grab my brother,
Rub him,
Wrap him,
Warm him
But don’t worry about us…
The moon is out,
Will we see morning?’
Maybe-
But don’t worry about us.
You never did…
The above image is gotten from: http://thechronicleherald.ca/world/336329-cold-comfort-in-kabul
This piece was wonderful to read. But that ending was great. I clapped my hands when I read it.
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Thank you very much… hahaha 👏🏽 I appreciate it
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Marvellous emotion.
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Aw Thank you! ❤️❤️
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Oh a heartbreaking poem and that last line says it all!
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Thank you very much Joy 😄
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Powerful!
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Awwww Thank you! ❤️
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Emotional…touched my heart
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Thank you very much Roy!
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Welcome…Ameena…
PS : luv the name…sounds so deep🙂
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Incredible
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Thank you! 😄
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