What I Lost in Afghanistan
by Mohammad Zaki Zaki
Day after day I wonder
Is there any occasion for living
I walk the streets of Kabul asking
will life here improve
In my homeland I have lost so much
philanthropy and composure and succor
The elation of life I lost
Classrooms filled with a big dreams
My hands are cold, legs can’t move
eyes tired, heart stops and starts
My nose detects strange scents as my face touches fog
My lungs absorb dust and fingers are numb
I see children
sleeping on the streets
A long line at the bakery
each night just for a loaf of bread
Women and elders hold their hands out
for coins and clothing
My questions spin as I walk and walk
Will there be farms or schools or shops
a brook for swimming
a view to enjoy
Daily my mind swirling with worries
When will this be finished, and life be renewed