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May 2014
My eyes a pure olive-green color

Aren't reflecting love or pleasure

Between this black pupil and iris

World of strength and mysteries

And you'll see that my eyes won't blink

From your camera flash and the sound of click

Because my strong features reflect my firmness

And the pain of the camps and its soreness

But deeply you can see a shocked young girl

Who ran away from a fierce war to another terrible region

So do not ask , show me your smile

My silent lips reflect the world silence

My eyes fascinate you? , yeah I know

Everyone bewitched, but no one ask how do you do?

However, the force which glitter in my eyes

You will not see it anywhere else

I do not know if my picture would be deployed

Or you would keep it after this year

All I know is the point of my life has changed
since 1984


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This poem is talking about Sharbat Gula
Toka
Written by
Toka  Jeddah
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