by mywords
@ 2007-11-19 - 08:16:24
My Valley
Among silence of Zabarwan mountains
suffering was kept like treasure
graves fallen in love with young men
chinar leaves smell of blood in autumn
sun here may faint anytime
black Burqa clad women
protesting for nothing , for nothing dear , for nothing
all dissent voices been nailed to death
in the pink blossom of spring
in long summers
and in the dark winters
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