Was Is Not Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Was is not

I was there,
Saw it there,
But no more
Was, is there!

For a while was blessed
Then broke and shattered
So, warlords decided
To dig and sell the rest
Or use it in pavement!

It was rich history,
With many stories
Of flirting, loving
Or revenges, fighting
For power and ruling!

Ay-Khanoom was palace,
Now? To me is question
And others have not heard
Though its name is written
In lot of books, museums!

In Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
I was there and observed!

With me was filmmaker
Recording what I said,
That, too, went to Nader
Whom the Talib murdered
In Kabul, by gunmen…

White, blank is a page,
Epsilon has remained
In the houses, gardens
Of local commanders
Or foreign museums…

From this I have learned
Nothing lasts forever
To me life is some wave.