To the Afghan children who lost their life in the recent suicide bomb in Baghlan provinces in north of Afghanistan and those children who lose their life in a daily basis in the war torn Afghanistan. 

AxES

axes attack the tree

at its roots                       

the mountains laughs with pain                   

as the volcano erupts without control

the rivers is silenced  

IMPRISONED in ice               

wild waves of wind

rob the garden of its song

the fallen leaves

are LIKE YELLOW flowers

growing on the graves

one day the wounded roots will heal

one day the angry mountain will be tranquil

one day the ice bound river will flow free      

one day the garden will bloom with

                                             the perfume of flowers

                                                                  by: a. c. alim

                                                        Edited By: Charmaine Caldwell

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SILENTLY

YOU   THE LOST DOVE

THE TREASURE

THE JEWEL OF THE SEA

THE MOON

THE BEAUTY OF NIGHT

I CANNOT TELL YOU

OF PAIN OF TEAR OF SORROW

OF STORY OF THE DARKNESS

THE NEVER-ENDING NIGHT

IN THIS SILENCE

TEARS ARE HIDDEN

THEY TELL OF UNSPOKEN WORDS

TO BE WAIT

WAIT

WAIT

                                                                           By: a.c.alim

                                                                       Edited By: Charmaine Caldwell