جدايي راغله لارې دوه شوې
مرګ مې قبول دی جدايي نه قبلومه
Separation came, paths diverged to two
Death is tolerable, I can’t bear the separation
—  Pashto Landay
Hydrangea ( a requested poem)

My body sits

and

my soul searches.

.

Blind vagrant,

I long for your heart of soil.

I am hydrangea,

love born of a ceramic safe haven

relocated to a cellar of a foreign land.

.

Compassion wilts in this cool stale shade.

.

Separation,

a pesticide that will not take the green from 

our leaves.

.

Your limbs there will stretch 

and my buds here will blossom.

.

Under the sun,

blessed by the rain,

our roots will touch again.

Oh God, I wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that I were not on this earth, but entirely within you; I feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable.
—  Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice