Short Poems

Afghanistan is a place on mars
women and children are howling
and no one can help them from the earth

To Malala
A head without Borqa is a head with a bullet
why you took the pencil
and drew a head without Borqa

A crying woman on the donkey
A man with a whip behind the donkey

Small mothers
my dolls start crying
start calling me

I saw her, when we were around a dead body
Her scarf slid off her hair
when she was crying for him
in my country
most of the times love starts
from a place
where a life ends

Real tanks
There was not a plastic tank in all the village
now we are all on the way to the village on a real one