I wish Afghanistan was not a country
But instead a dry land
And no one lived in it.
I wish my country was not my love
I suffer from its pains.
Every problem grows in my country
Economy
Social
Terror
Bomb
I wish my country was only mountains
Without people
Or that it had a magic border
So I could close the doors
So terrorists could not come
For suicide attacks.
By Tabasom
photo by A. Slobodianik
Your poem is very sad. I pray that someday, not too long from now, that you can write a happier poem, a joyful poem about your country at peace, filled with the laughter of boys and girls playing during recess at their new schools. Keep writing and know that poetry is a very good way to touch people on a deep level that plain words can never reach. I too am a poet and I write about love in all its many disguises. Just as your country needs peace, the whole world needs more love. Respectfully, Karl Gatti
And I wish , my dear Tabasom, that some day we all are going to see our countries just with love. Your poem is real and it expresses your pain. keep writing and expressing all what you have inside. I feel so proud of you.
Love, Vanya.