I looked into the wise old eyes
The face, vastly wrinkled, told tales of old
But the eyes smiled with wonder
And the white turban highlighted
The darkened and worn skin.
If only I could communicate with this man, I thought
He could tell me so much
I could learn and understand
What it's like to have your home taken from you
Your life restricted, your family in danger
Yourself on the run.
The knowing eyes looked deep into mine
And at the very corners
Buried line after line
I could see him smile at me
Though his face remain unchanged.
I was mesmerized and absorbed
And I cried inside
With an understanding.
We had communicated with love
The Afghan and me.