A Kurdish Girl Poem by vijay gupta

A Kurdish girl
A Girl who was long thin and like a dried branch of a tree, having curling hair
and bluish eyes was waiting for her chance on a bus terminal.
I felt some attraction in her eyes & continue my imagination & seeing towards her.
She may be a professor of any university or an executive of any multinational company.
She catches my imagination & came slowly & slowly towards me & say hello.
I was astonished by her style & awake just like from my sleep.
She was a Kurdish girl works in an office attached to Uno.
She had affluent resources still than she was not away from worries & botheration.
Her country & surrounding people were away from peace & happiness.
Civil war was going on for fifty yrs.
Saddam Husain & his previous governments were not
providing happiness & justice to the Kurdish people.
News from her country was enough to keep her weight in control & worries on her for head.
Bus was late.
We share coffee & then went away to different directions