Children of Afghan
Poisonous laburnum hang downwards,
These dusty streets,
Hot as herbs and spices,
Touching deep buttery Panjshir Valley,
The Great Highland Bagpipes.
Sweaty, I will tell you,
About hegira-state,
Our rugged landscape,
Our legendary generosity,
The children of Afghan.
Dad, Valley of the Five Lions?
The legend of five spiritual guardians?
Copyright © Yudho Sasongko | Year Posted 2021
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