Poetry about Afghanistan

1.

I think we are all children of the moon

Because the moonlight is like water

Just like mother, gentle and bright< /p>

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The same goes for people in Afghanistan

However, when I was born

my mother’s back was facing the sun

They were born in the darkness

2.

Our soul is borscht

Rich in taste, layered

Rich and colorful

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Afghanistan’s pot of soup,

has been boiling

God must have forgotten to turn off the fire

And , and forgot to add the free seasoning