Poetry about Afghanistan

Poetry about Afghanistan

I'm not my Tajik, not the Pashtun, I do not leave the Millennium

I do not want to go to Uzbekistan, nor do I need your help

I do not belong to the religion of Sunni Shi'a, not Sikma

I'm strapped on, my false revenge, I'm stray, my partner

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North Strait, South Strait, not from my west, not east

The strain of the seduction of the forehead, the neigbour of the indulgence

Thinking about the war of words, the guilty guilty and the evil

I'm sorry for you, no lady, straw hat for seduction

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My tongue is Afghan Nestang, the soil of me around

We are all equal with Afghans and Afghans

The river and the rushing river, the mountains with glory

Your chapters are unique and your people are perfect

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Clean my head from the bottom of evil and evil

Dead Bada, whoever fights the peace of the homeland

There is no dust on the two-eye view

Chain the mayan, unite, jumping together

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Death to hostility always, Mighty, happy

Get rid of your rockets and bombs

Green Bada, Green Bada, Your Name on My Body and Soul

Live, my life, my country, Afghanistan(شعر در مورد افغانستان)


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Poetry about Afghanistan War

Grooms and glories

I heard the sound heard

You said you are dear

I'm sorry for the sadness

Pass me baby

The saddle of all the fighting and the war

All sadness and sadness

I'm so tired in my chest

You are thirsty desert

To my cloudy spring clouds

Just drop a drop of tears

Just fresh flowers

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Every time our glass breaks out of another stone

Every time our homeland is in the middle of another war

Every country in our country is the deceit of someone

Every time our people are in a "lame" other

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A poem about cable

I go to Kabul, Kabul is beautiful

The whole city of Kabul is a joke

  I will not give cable to London

The country is beautiful, it is better than the country

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I dreamed about the air of Kabul

I remember the nightingales

I remember the landing

I imagine that Yar came from Zabol

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To clean my land

I'm the best in Kabul

I'm suffering a lot

What happened to my head?

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Your cable is a pride and epic

From the brave ones you have hundreds of songs

From ancient times, you make a statement

Shiva Modayyh and Khojasest Odes

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"Your cable is tall and smoke"

With these young sons, you are singing

There was no devastation in our era

Al-Haq, who finds such ruins in the world

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Kabul is the cradle of Arya's culture and history

In the era of Khorasan, you were an honest man

"Timur" Terra Center for Afghanistan

What happened now, that is, the rubbish of garbage