Let us play with all our innocence

Let us play with all our innocence


It is raining in Kabul.
No kites, No kite runners. Just rain.

From the heavy dark clouds
Water drops rush through the dusty blue..
Before being absorbed by the dry, cold, sandy soil.

In the cloudy sky, choppers cut their way.
With thundering noise over the chill

But

Rain, rains….

The blanket of fear and uncertainty dissolve.
Rain drops on blood soaked memories, Revenge ridden bullets.
All dissolve..

Because it is raining.


Rain is a prayer..
A Takbeer
Let it washes off all the sins form this dusty soil

And on sun rise,

Let us once again make our old paper boats.
And play with all our innocence
Into the rain..

Because it is raining.