A country cries
Its people scream
A cry for help
Falling from the sky
Leaving everything behind
Men have fought for it
Won it, abused it
Bombed it and destroyed
It has tried to rebuilt itself
Women have emerged
Against the force
To breathe
An unhindered kabul fragnance
Of ripe pomegranates and juicy grapes
They have made peace with high heels
Nailpainted toes peeking out
Smiling without fear
Kneading dough for naan
While listening to music
A morning they wake up to a news
Which will change their lives again
For worst
Music is stopped
Heels are tucked away
Venturing alone is not allowed
The breaths are hindered again
Back to living behind the blue veil
Gridded vision and lost dreams.
A country cries
Its people scream
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