On the treacherous road to Kandahar,
My heart bleeds for Afghanistan,
Though in its natural beauty,
It is a garden of death,
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The blisters of the heart burnt in the fire of the breast, The house caught fire with its own flare. Some Afghans are responsible for this ruin. They are conniving with the biggest scoundrel of the world. Great poem. Wonderfully conceived. I liked it for its remarkable imagery and decent style. Rated it 10. TFS..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A flight' on page 1.
good poem on Mercy mission to Kandahar...