Get Your Premium Membership

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 © | Year Posted 2021

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.