Kabul is falling

I started this poem three days prior to August 15th – the day when Kabul fell. The television channels buzzed with the news of how close the Taliban was getting to Kabul. Those three days that’s all we talked about- we lamented at the state of the Afghan people and the sorry state of women…

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On the other side

Wrote a quick poem today. Its based on something that I’ve been feeling lately – the absence of the fear of crossing over. Losing someone you love to death is frightening or seeing someone you love, suffering or suffering from a disease is terrible but death itself is not. What do you think of it?…

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