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This Life This life, From the cup of a tea early in the morning Carrying desires of touching skies Soars high in the form of steam. After a while Dashes here and there Wanders around the world of fantasy. And finally, Dissolves into nowhere before realizinFive Poems: This Life, Belief, Foreign Land, Desert and The Old Mountain
This Life This life, From the cup of a tea early in the morning Carrying desires of touching skies Soars high in the form of steam. After a while Dashes here and there Wanders around the world of fantasy. And finally, Dissolves into nowhere before realizing its dream. Sometimes, Standing on an estranged place I slowly sip the tea of life Prepared without sugar and tea leaves, Neither any color, Nor any taste, And without any sweetness in it, Only to subside the hunger of dreams And to (...) - World Poetry in Kabul Press Read more