Aug
18
Lovely Afghanistan we weep to hear: English poem by Indian poet on Afghan crisis
An English poem from an Indian on the Afghan Crisis.
Title: Afghanistan
Lovely Afghanistan,
We weep to hear
You are wounded yet again;
Of power, the heist
abraded the myth,
'twas no love but disdain.
Hola, hola chaos,
Tarry a little now
You are no more a guest;
We know you've come
With wings so vast
To sit, sleep and rest.
Lying on streets,
Falling from sky -
Of people is what we saw;
And, then we saw
chirping on throne
Baseless, bore, bourgeois.
Wherever i go,
Whatever i see,
All dud and no germane;
O! world - The Right -
You're turning us all
Humdrum and mundane.
Title: Afghanistan
Lovely Afghanistan,
We weep to hear
You are wounded yet again;
Of power, the heist
abraded the myth,
'twas no love but disdain.
Hola, hola chaos,
Tarry a little now
You are no more a guest;
We know you've come
With wings so vast
To sit, sleep and rest.
Lying on streets,
Falling from sky -
Of people is what we saw;
And, then we saw
chirping on throne
Baseless, bore, bourgeois.
Wherever i go,
Whatever i see,
All dud and no germane;
O! world - The Right -
You're turning us all
Humdrum and mundane.