Z'Ma Mor (My Mother)
Poem by Ata Khan
It was a rainy day
driving back home
the car steered me
Can i ever forget
how much you liked the rain?
The white wet marble of your grave
sparkled like your smile
Every falling drop
bounced to embrace me
I could feel you, and
how happy you were
but I could also hear you
say this very clearly
'Za Bachiya baraan de (Go my child, it's raining)
and you don't have an umbrella'
(Title and the verse translated are in Pashto language)
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