Quetta Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Quetta

Smuggled, I crossed
Our border, to Afghans.

Had done so before too
To neighbour, Pakistan.

In between and before
Had read and had become
Aware of what goes on.
But this time different
Rulers were Taliban…

We ended in Ghazni
Best hotel was to be
Staying like donkeys
Inside one stable
Forcefully be silent!

"Be careful they're here…"
Said landlord with fear
Talking of Pakistan…

"They take roots! "
"And rivers…"
Many were complaints
Taliban was in fact
Grown by foreigners…
War between brothers
Afghanis bore burden
By mad of internal
And greed…external…

Now I read:
"Quetta…suicide, people died."

Comes alive quotation:
"Well-digger is self-caught."