Failure
by Nadia AnjumanHow sincere, how pure
You, with such faith in your blossoming
ready in your chamber of patience
Spring did not come
and you with your airy dreams
only smiled
and looked with your heart toward the future
But sadly
spring never stirred within
and luck didn’t smile on you
and when you found love
the harsh trial of that storm
plucked your bud of hope and
and you snapped before opening
Asad 1380 / Summer 2001
translated from Dari by Diana Arterian & Marina Omar