SUBMISSIONS

I miss the way wind blew in my motherland Lifting its soil, heaving my heart

In form of midnight murmurs or dancing curtains

It would pass by as I was merged in the dark Kabul was lightless sometimes

But somehow our spirits were not

I miss the sight of Luna I was used to looking at, in my motherland She had a smile there, and I wasn't a wayfarer Searching an endless gloaming

Trying to find her somewhere

I miss hearing people speak in the tongue of my motherland Getting used to skipping heartbeats

When another dispersed speaks

Among the saddest eyes, they'll ever be

Kabul was bleeding always

But I had hoped to paint it green

I miss saying the name of my motherland Without getting teary-eyed Wondering how many farewells

I said disguised as a goodbye Forsaking myself and all of it behind

Kabul was a hopeful ray

But its sun will return

One day...

One day Flowers will bloom in motherland May we be the dandelion seeds Wished upon and set free Birds will sing in motherland May we be the gentle breeze That caress their broken wings Children will play in motherland May we be waves of their laughs Fluttering the tricolour risen flag Happy tears shall hail Motherland will prevail Hearts shall be put at ease I solemnly believe Even if you and I Were forgotten memories And peculiar essence only to see It's alright because Motherland will be free