Dr. Noor A Khalidi
These marks on the scroll
Trace the sorrows of a life
marked by the rains
that have wept for so long
on exiles seeking
some place in the sun
searching from city to city.
Dispirited and broken
with Kabul forsaken
so many roses in the best of their bloom
but tearful, with nothing and no help to hand
so many dreams shattered
and hopes dashed
against the maelstrom
in the years without Spring.
I hear that the sun has
again crept over the peaks
and lightens the ruin
I hear that in spite of it all
The spring has come round
And that roses bloom
again in our land
Can it be
that the load on our hearts
can be lifted?
and the light of a new love
herald the Dawn?
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