PukhtunWomen

Grief every where
And every home is grieving
Every face is wet
With tears or with blood
Every eye is crying

We watch our loved ones leaving
There is nothing we can do
Ghosts screaming in the empty homes they left

In the season of the flowers
Our fields flow with blood
How can I breathe when my own heart is bleeding?
My children lay dying
My brothers lay cold and dead

Will there ever be a morning when the suns shine on us too?
The flowers will then blossom
When I lay them at my beloved’s grave
I will kiss the soil and tell him
You died not in vain