Silent memories remain, every thing else destroyed and vanished. Yet nothing remains, childhood gone with a game, youthfulness buried with a ruthish disposition and present is homelessness. A heart once possessed, claims hence no bond. A soul once bloomed, though now bowed before the fall's pale spirit. What remains, lest sorrows.
Memories speak of grieves.
Salam Dear friends,,,, I am 21 years of old, born in Kabul Afghanistan. I love writing and reading poetry. Although I live in Canada ONT, however my soul and my heart belongs to Afghanistan, since I consider Afghanistan as a mother, a cradle, a soil of growth and a grave, where our soul in peace and childhood memories may rest. Personally I have faith that we can come up with a cure to heal the wounds of our mother and prevent the suffering of our fellow Afghans. If you know that you can help, please get in touch with me, together we can make a difference Inshaulla.