Sky Of Kabul Poem by ananda majumder

The sky is Kabul isn’t always blue
Seemingly a texture of text, yet to be descended down
Love is always the synthesized ablution
Like saga tested in annihilative iteration
Transcending the lines of rhetoric

The sky of Kabul is often assuredly azure
Ingenious to lure for a low fly
History is heavily lopped with text into pieces, adages gone

Enduring edge of text, defining protracted moments of love

The sky isn’t always blue in Kabul!