I love the breeze that blows through my windows
Rousing me
Playing through my hair
It makes dry trees dance
Swirls wild dust
Gives spirit and life to flowers like me
If only I was that breeze
Carrying that tropical dew
I would fly everywhere
Every place, or even a few
But I am a prisoner in this land
Always tortured
I can’t be that softness
That free breeze
Escaping out my windows
I can’t bear it
This jail
I want to be as a sail
I want to fly as a pigeon
Not a sparrow in a cage
If only I was that breeze
Carrying that tropical dew
I would leave this painful life
This hell where I’ve been thrown
By Beheshta
Photo by Shankar S.
This is an amazing piece of work. I love the way every word creats an imaginary scene inside my mind.
I can feel the deep feeling of pain inside each verse of this poem, I wish lots of success to Beheshta jan, you are the best and more bright future is awaiting for you my dearest. Keep it up!
THANK YOU MY ESTEEM,
This is outstanding peom, all reflecting the reality of any young generation live in afghanistan.
all the way clear great meaningful and fantastic sequence of verses, it s appearing the pain inside a hadworking talented young in a war torn country whose intellegence and wisdom does not designate in the society.
wish you more procesion and keep up hardworking grand slam would be yours dear BEHESHTA!
So beautiful and engulfing and painful it makes my heart ache. Keep writing!!
Thank you dear,
spectecular and super poem best of luck brighten future.
My pleasure dear, thank you dear.
so nice love it, please post more of your poem.
Oh so kind of you thanks.
fantastic dear, superbest.
This is beautiful writing, Beheshta. I’m sorry I didn’t comment on it earlier. The lovely imagery you use makes the longing in your poem come alive. Wonderful work!
Thank you.
That was outstanding!!! it did affect on me so awesome AFAREEN
My pleasure, thanks
Merveilleux poème.Vous avez du talent.Continuez c est trop beau
Merci beaucoup,