On August 15, a day of sorrow and grief, Afghanistan was taken over by the Taliban, a thief. Known as terrorists, spreading fear and dismay, They shadowed a land that once knew a brighter day.

O, my beloved flag, with colors pure and bold, A symbol of unity, stories yet untold. Black, red, and green, a triumphant embrace, Conveying love profound, in each vibrant trace.

In a glass house, ruled by stone men’s might, Ethereal panes shimmer in the moonlight; A delicate fortress, where secrets reside, Whispered tales locked in shadows, they confide.

The weapons Wrapped in the clad Sealed up with the Stamp of religion

On one hand An elegance looks Qur’anic countenance and hermeneutic tresses Speaks verses of love Physique as sculpture of Ajanta Roman and Rumi’an rumination