They left us all, one day –
For an unknown journey on an unfamiliar road
A journey –
Like an aching sigh, without end
A road –Like the air or breadth empty
But like migrating birds –
I know they will come back one day
Perhaps- next year
Perhaps- 16th of December
Like migrating birds –
I know they will come back
From the distant shores
Grown up wiser and taller, only
To pay a TRIBUTE to our dead souls and cheap pride.
Farid Gul Momand , December 18, 2014
Like an aching sigh, without end
A road –Like the air or breadth empty
But like migrating birds –
I know they will come back one day
Perhaps- next year
Perhaps- 16th of December
Like migrating birds –
I know they will come back
From the distant shores
Grown up wiser and taller, only
To pay a TRIBUTE to our dead souls and cheap pride.
Farid Gul Momand , December 18, 2014
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