My Prayers Poem by Shanti Lakshmi Dadhirao

Newly wed and our first flight,
With much delight,
A bit nervous in spite,
reached destination on time right.
Welcome to Afghanistan said a voice in polite.

Garland of colour,
With no single flower.
Why I asked in that hour,
A voice said we don't pluck flower.

Knock knock on the door,
A man with smile was standing before.
Gifted us dress and blessings he pour(ed) ,
Bidding adieu he said let me know if you want anymore.

With security I was inside,
To make me smile and laugh they decide.
When felt home sick like a family they chide,
Explaining about their rich culture showed pride.

Shoes and scraf's, dates n Nut.
Sweets and saffron from Herat.
Pampered me with what not?
They are innocent people with good heart.

With gratitude for every little thing thashakor (Thank you) they say.
They wish for peace and prosperity everyday.
Fear of life should have stayed away.
Oh God save people of Afghanistan here I pray.