#afghanistancrisis

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  • subhaprakshit 7w

    Paradox or any explanation Is meaningless when people are at the verge of being Countryless. I hope everything goes well In near Future.

    Trigger Warning: War-torn Scenarios.
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    Floatsam O' thee craddle crib
    tainted thou long sail over the mazarine clement sea,
    O' how thee forbid thou kinswoman to ease
    tulips shade their scents along thy alpine tree.
    Where the rubab's string sings cusp poetry spring
    O' where thou ghalib has lost far beyond In attan eve,
    thy streets are red
    mihrab and minbar frightened
    where thou sheaves of wheat around the mosque and hijri year underneath,
    alas! the erstwhile doctrines you sell over thou cold war skin.

    O' thee ruthless king how thy (P/p)rime rests In peace
    why the azans even ring far bounded through his curshed shrine rifts;
    Children cry by the null mortarshell
    their mother had died
    father Is missing and their brother on neva returning runaway,
    their eldest sister has been lashed In back midst of the men,
    the parting tears In eyes and dusty breads on her wounded hand.

    O' thee fires stay a little while on the cimmerian gale
    thou cuss may fell upon the tyrant- over the Kafir's head.
    You thee forasmuch ruler
    how dare you snatch the prophecy away of my friends,
    do lease my mighty words, cease the warlords suppress them.
    O' free thy cyclopian vehemence
    cyclophosphamide metaphors, rescue thy burnt sorcerer's eminence.
    O' thee my beloved land thy broods are In paradoxial pain,
    they flee to live
    they live In presence of your Grief, they die on your lap.
    O' why thou roads are red
    mihrab and minbar frightened
    where thou soothing sheaves of wheat around thy capracious Land.

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    Children cry by the null mortarshell
    their mother had died
    father Is missing and their brother on neva returning runaway,
    their eldest sister has been lashed In back midst of the men,
    the parting tears In eyes and dusty breads on her wounded Hand.

    ©subhaprakshit