My mother was always saying:
A woman, a virtuous woman
Would never betray her virtues
My mother was always saying:
When your eyes widen at the unknown
And your heart is filled with passion
Put out the flame of your desire
Far from her foggy thoughts
Through the fire and stars
Among passing years of youth
I slept upon white cushions of imagination
Unable to choose my “virtues”, or "the true meaning of life"
Shahla Latifi
May 25th, 2019
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Picture: age 17, Kabul, Afghanistan
- Category: Reflection
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