Where angels fear
Their wings to spread
More broken glass
They gently step, toes bleed
Blossoms dare not
Throw open their petals
Lest they surround
Cursed arid graveyards
Not a drop of love left
Dead lies
Culture of a civilization
Relics of a history valiant.
Quiet lay the infants
Cradles rock in rhythm
With each blast in town
Gunshots, familiar lullaby.
Unseen blue sky
Veiled rainbows
Behind black clouds
Stars rimmed with wet black
Never twinkled in dreams.
Where only weapons had voice
Mothers were hushed sobs
On Afghanistan crisis!
great that you react through your poems
add some pictures by your sister and publish in the next book
thankyou uncle i like to read about the world.
sherin