The spring changed to fall
The big moon appeared small
But on our sky there is a pall
Our days are dark
No one told us when daylight
Changed to a nasty dark night
There is no sunshine, it is always stark
I found myself as a tiny spark
The sparrows and seagulls left this ruin
The ruin that is overcast with pain
It is burning up through my veins
Here there is always sorrow and dark
By Beheshta
Photo by Balazs Gardi
Beheshta,
Your writing is filled with wonderful images. I wish for you a life with less sorrow and darkness and continued inspiration Don’t stop writing, you have painted a picture for me.
Linda
Beheshta — Thank you for this stark portrayal of your country. I hope that soon things will change for you and other Afghan women — so that you have light filled days and peaceful nights. My heart is with you. All best wishes, Nancy
Dear Beheshta,
Thank you for sharing your perspective of the situation through this poem. I found it intriguing how you showed the major change between life during rule by the Taliban vs what life was like in the country beforehand. The descriptions in the poem helped me understand and imagine the struggles you have gone through. For example when you described yourself as a tiny spark, a detailed image portraying what life has been like for you in Afghanistan appeared in my head. I hope the season will change again and the darkness will fade away making life easier for you.