If only you were here,
I would kiss your feet.
I would bow before you
And kiss your face.
And everywhere you went and lingered,
I want to go and cry.
This poem won an award.
2016 | Kahel Kashmiri | Afghanistan
If only you were here,
I would kiss your feet.
I would bow before you
And kiss your face.
And everywhere you went and lingered,
I want to go and cry.