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Z'ma Mor (My Mother)
It was a rainy day
driving back home
the car steered me
towards you...
your grave
Can i ever forget
how much you liked 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)
poem
by
Ata Khan
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