I am an Afghan girl,
tears in my eyes, pen in hand,
writhing from my heart.

That heart, full of sorrow,|
Pain, grief, sores.
How can I hide my sorrow?

No one understands me
or feels my sadness.
No one smooths ointment on my wounds.

How can I hide the sorrow
that fills me,
when my heart is

By Farahnaz

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