HOW SHOULD I DARE TO TELL YOU, THESE UNTOLD ENDURING FEARS?

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How should I tell you?
of this anguish tear
that pours in your absence
from these gushing eyes,
my dear.

How should I tell you?
of this dying dream
that from within
this grieving heart,
loudly screams.

How should I tell you?
of this bruising zephyr
when it sighs with me
a last farewell song,
to this bruising winter.

How should I tell you?
of this untimely death
and of this ruthless distance
that targets even
my sad tuned smiles,
in your unsaid absence.

How should I tell you?
of how lonely do I carry on
my childhood’s shattered memories,
and the last fragrance of
my distant mother and siblings
in my torn bag,
and the scattered fragments of
this enduring heart,
with so any cracks.

How should I tell you?
of this dark gloomy cloud
that often makes these weary eyes,
in your memory weep aloud.

How should I tell you?
of my past traumatic memories
of war and bloodshed,
and of the current state of
uncertainty – only hopping to learn
to look at a far …..far.. distant future
with no ending
that only with despair, dismays
and tears feed my troubled head.

How should I tell you?
of the fake smiles of
this unfriendly moon,
fantasizing to be calm,
as if no heart
has ever been broken,
beneath its pretending tune.

How should I tell you?
that only this dark despair –
full of fear and cries;
befriended me here,
to hush the sad tune
of these reigning sighs. =============================
@Abdul Samad Haidari
(01/04/2018 – 8:37 PM,
Indonesia).

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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8 Responses to HOW SHOULD I DARE TO TELL YOU, THESE UNTOLD ENDURING FEARS?

  1. samad1986 says:

    Salam khub asti? Hama khub astan? Chito yad as ghariba kardi? Chora na mitani?

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  2. samad1986 says:

    Khai chera jawab namiti qawara?

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  3. samad1986 says:

    Tu tag jawab biti ba Viber baz migom

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  4. samad1986 says:

    Call ham kardm

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