27 August 2005
Straying again
A tree was shading on her head
A book was there in her hands
Her eyes were going left and right
Chasing the words in that page
Straying again; as always
Dreaming of those in this book
She traveled for long distance
And flew on clouds
Traveling to their land and wearing their clothes
Talking their words and maybe more
She was the princess
And sometimes the orphen
A boy she was for one day
A beautiful Hazara or an Arab girl
A choice of her’s that would be
A wonderful moment could be destroyed
When someone from outside her dream would call

