Afghanistan Will Rise Again Poem by Sebghatullah Arife

In our country
People die hungry
Even with the hunger,
we still are hopeful
Not hopeful to have a luxurious vitality
But hopeful not to sleep hungry another day

An aged woman
Sit on the roadside and begging
Begging to rescue her little child from dying

This is heavy snowfall in the city
And the temperature is less than zero degree
Seeing a small Beauty Queen walking barefoot
Because she doesn't have warm clothes and boots
It scarcely is a doomsday
Because everybody is drowned in his own sweats
Education and knowledge are the items disadvantageous.
Since all they want is a loaf of bread.

We youth go to schools
But strikes make them old schools
Despite all these evils
Some are full of hopes and ambitions.

We believe we'll survive
So that we gat to thrive.
Because we know, after any dark night,
The sun is rising again
Afghanistan will rise again.

By:
Sebghatullah Arife