plaar jana (father in pashto)
my thoughts are chained
by your memories
I live on the roof of your sacrifices
your sleepless nights
With those eyes of pain
Speaking bravery
a poem of Life
a tale of war
While making a house of burdens
as well as carrying the sorrows
in your back
You were not sure how
to treat the ground
It was like walking on broken glass
O'weary One,the wounds get healed but the scars still remain and i cried not for wondering how far your dangerous journey will go but because you said :khairaat da koor na shoru kegi
(charity begins at home)
but you did not realise that
this was your love for me
in your heart
So if i lived inside you
You were not just the charity
You were also
"the home"
my home
-Soman
