Angry Mountain

Badakhshan 2

Hey, angry mountain, I’m talking to you.
Why are you so angry with my people?
Can’t you see our tears, feel them on your dirt?
Once again, sorrow is everywhere,
Once again, screams and moans, fear and panic.
Mothers crying for lost children,
Children crying for lost parents, men crying
For lost wives, wives crying for lost husbands.

Nights are dark. Eyes close but we can’t sleep.
Everybody searching, digging, hoping
To find family beneath the rubble.
Hands shake, hearts ache.
Why are you so angry with my people,
The kind and loving people of Badakhshan?
Land of soaring mountains and green valleys.
Can’t you see our tears? Can’t you feel them?
Angry mountain, you have been too cruel.

By Rahela

Photo: International Organization for Migration / Matt Graydon


Comments

  1. Dear Rahela,
    Your poem clearly shows the emotions of all human beings after a disaster. The fact that you wrote about Badakhshan, and that you added specific details – the tears, the dirt, the rubble – make it even more powerful.
    I hope that your community heals and recovers quickly, but I know it’s not likely. Thank you for sharing this powerful piece of writing. I hold you in my heart today.
    Linda

  2. Your poem is sorrowful, Rahela, but there is an expansiveness in your language that despite the tragedy you convey, I felt as if held in that great green valley. Stacy

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