Farid Ahmad Alkozai

My Heart

About the Poem

Afghanistan
International Institute of Akron
& Project Learn
Design by Zuzana Kubišová

My heart is a letter.
Every time it is sent to someone
they tear the envelope.

My heart is a glass.
When I am thirsty the glass is empty
with no water.

My heart is a phone.
When I want to call someone
it doesn’t have the charge.

My heart is a door.
After work,
when I come to my house,

the door is locked.

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