Look how starless
is tonight the mighty sky.

There is no light after you are gone,
except the looming darkness
that with me stands by.

Look how hardly do I writhe
in your absence.

There is no peace in my chest,
but only your thought
that in me still resides.

My heart is filled with mortal pain
I just very loudly unto you want to cry.

There is no peace in me as you see,
I don’t know till when in your thought like a baby I should cry.

I still sit to laugh at those long night talks that once we had together.

At that unconditional love,
I gave you still revives in my chest
like the north zephyr.

I still sit until late hours in your confabulation by holding tight
my heart that you have broken.

I cry unsired tears while remembering those kind words
once with me, you have spoken.

I have to tell you that
your love was really gracious.

This is what I have felt myself,
that your love was true and precious.

Now, all I remember
is your last unkind smiles
and your heartbreaking words of resentments that you have told me
when you said goodbye.

But you see,
my lips still recite your name
every time your images
in my head fly

My dearest old friend,
do remember your old friend sometimes,
and remember me when
the Spring season comes by.

I promise to love you
just like those old times
and always keep you in my bead prayers,
like I did in those old caring days
that so quickly went by.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(28/11/2017 – 9:00 PM).

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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