For the emerald eyes : Peace, hail to thee!
It was last year, I had seen you
At the Peace Corps’ meeting
Also at the poets’-peace-preaching
You were always in white attire
I wondered why?
If you ever wore anything more
That was a half-sleeved Gandhi
Black coat; pocket-full-saffron
The ancient Pasto tongue with
Mellow wild pistachio nuts
In turn yourself thirsty for peace
You had served that apple juice
From the majestic Afghan mounds
Spreading awareness, seeking justice
You’re seen in the bluest beach
Sometimes, in the Afghan rocks
Sometimes, over the global screen
With your captivating emerald eyes
Soothing voice, you pleaded to live
And let live; yet why the world is
So cruel against you (?); you say
Every dead of the night when we talk
Nothing is sure, in and about your life
Squeezing my heart with empathy rife
Like the mustard seeds into the machine
Leaving me all chaff, devoid of my life
Without yours—why doesn’t the world
And the man-made-into-demons listen
It’s only lovingkindness which cares all
That would cure and treat the world fair
I am a heliophile; I fear hatred and war
I am a thalassophile; but I shun blood
Every Afghan is not a terrorist, hark and mark it!
S/he’s an absolute right to life, liberty, and joys
Every sick, weak, elderly, young and all the boys
Whether in white attire, black veil and grey eyes!
You have gone missing, voiceless, may be for your life
Or the demons have devoured you alike the black hole
Does to life; I am not sure, if we would meet any more
Hear your soft voice or see your peaceful emerald eyes!