One day
I saw them
The Talibans,
Turbaned and in the loose pyjamas
And the kurta
Gathering at dawn break
To shell, bombard
And fire upon the Buddhas,
The Bamiyan Buddhas,
With the stuttering rifles,
Rocket-launchers
They firing upon
The Buddhas,
The rock-hewn, cliff-hewn,
Long-standing Buddhas
To wipe off the relics
Of Buddha and Buddhism in Afghanistan,
But the Buddhas,
All silent, peaceful,
Reacting it not,
Seeing all that with patience,
Just waiting for,
But with the change in situation
When it spinning out of control,
They started following them,
The Talibans running for cover
And the cluster bombs following them.
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