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White Lotus on Red Afghan River
A tribute to the women and children of Afghanistan
She floats adrift
Amidst the troubled river of anguish
All innocent, indifferent
Outcast in shadows of radical-rising dead trees
Ill-defined, obscured by falling rotten-dried leaves
Uncontrollably veered by the underneath waves
Painfully, then vanished
She’s not lost but left unseen
Like the moon behind the midnight clouds
Like the star stolen by daytime thieves
Hush my gentle flower
Be still, oh hostile waters
This river will flow to end
Your sufferings and war of your fathers
The Western shoal torments with anger
And harvests the ‘Mass-clouds for the Hungry’
His cloudburst will pour upon this bloodied-water
To quench you, oh thirsty!
Remove thy veil - your vision too narrow
The dusk may come, but the dawn will follow
That tomorrow…
It belongs to you –-
Spare no one to borrow
2001
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