A SAD AFGHAN
Naqibullah Wardak - Wardak@afghan-network.net

One early morning in a freezing cold
I saw a man looking weak and old
He was walking in a three feet snow
His movement was limited and slow
It was hard to see the road or find a lane
He was walking with the help of his cane
Looking grim and his body was shaking
Breathing hard and his voice was breaking
Looking down to the earth and up to the sky
Nobody to be seen even a bird to fly
How much I have to suffer and for how long
Asking his God what did he do so wrong
I lost all my children and my wife
Everything is so meaningless even my life
No shelter, no food, not even a loaf of "Nan"
I know my only fault is that I am an Afghan
My people are dying and my nation is bleeding
"God, I am standing before you and pleading"
"Please bring peace and harmony to my nation"
"My life is nothing but deprivation"