My days in Kabul (2007-2008) has shepherded me to the poets desk.
Please examine my poems critically and feel free to post scathing comments to help me develop my skills.
My heart felt like a stone
Mind sank in to a freeze,
The news has spread,
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Straddling the rugged uneven red earth
The little black ant scuttles from spec to spec
Urgent urgently searching for a certain thing
Of its interest and great worth
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The plenipotentiary of business sits high on the pulpit
His long lips curled in many curves
The shine on his face matches the sheen of his expensive suit
His eyes are bold with the confidence that immense wealth gets
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