by Zalmai Herman
translated by Fahima Zahir
Jan-March 1999
Lemar-Aftaab
like an eye that speaks with its tears
i cry
like a woman in black over the tomb of her lover
i am in mourning
like an immense love, not shared
i feel alone
like the shadow of light over the desert
i thirst
like the poet that cleanses his words
i insist
like the women of Auschwitz
without hope,
like the women of Kabul
behind walls,
like children with families-- upon the red snow
i feel frustrated and humiliated for not being able to do a thing...
(Original French version)
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