Poems of Professor Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini (Afghanistan)

Biography of Professor Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini

In the ancient lap of Kabul, where the winds of history whisper through labyrinthine alleys, a girl was born named Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini. Yet the roots of her soul reached deeper, drawing nourishment from the sun-drenched soil of Herat — the City of the Sun, cradle of poets and sages, where flowers of literature dance with every breeze.
Like a river born in the high mountains, Ramesh’s life has flowed with quiet yet passionate strength. She completed her early education in Herat, earning a degree in Industrial Management and Economics from Herat University, followed by a degree in English Literature from Middlesex University in the United States. Thus she nurtured a dual wisdom within herself: the precision of numbers and global economics on one hand, and the beauty of language and depth of feeling on the other. As a former professor at Herat University, she was not merely a teacher of knowledge, but a torchbearer illuminating thirsty minds.
Fate, however, had written a greater epic for her. In an era when storms raged over Afghanistan and the doors of education were slammed shut for girls, Ramesh stood firm. She founded the first private home-based school, a hidden sanctuary where knowledge continued to breathe and flourish within the walls of houses. After migrating to the United States in 2004, she elevated this mission to a global scale by establishing the Clinton Online School for Afghan girls. She also pioneered the first women’s service center for Afghan ladies and became a fearless advocate for women’s education — a voice of hope for thousands of girls who dreamed of flight.
Yet Ramesh’s pen reached far beyond the classroom and social activism into the realm of Dari literature. She is a poet whose words cut through the darkness of time like a blade of light; a profound thinker, a discerning literary figure, a passionate orator, and a compassionate mentor. Her works — from The Afghan Lady in Space to Stardust and Sorrow, Garden of Dreams, The Sun of Heri, The Love I Do Not Have, and From Kabul to New York — are celebrations of resilience, hope, and cultural identity. In them, Afghan women are not victims, but heroines of earth and sky.
And now, in the spring of 2026, her pen has once again soared toward the heavens with her newest creation: “Human and the Conquest of the Moon” (Insan va Tasxir-e Mah). This latest work by Professor Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini is a gem of scientific-educational and poetic literature. In its pages, words fall like starlit tears. Why the Moon and Mars, those distant sanctuaries? Because Earth — this wounded, chained planet — draws the poet’s heart toward new horizons. The Moon, that silver companion, with its gentle gravity and tranquil seas of dust, whispers to dreamers and poets, and kindles love in visionaries like Elon Musk. In this book, Ramesh embarks on a profound exploration of the border between science and dream, humanity and cosmos — where the conquest of the Moon is not merely a technical triumph, but a journey into the depths of human existence and our eternal longing for freedom and discovery.
She is known as the “Ambassador of Dari Literature” and “The Sun of Heri” — titles well deserved by a woman who built a bridge of light and words from Kabul to New York. Despite all the migrations and hardships, Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini has never severed herself from her identity. She remains a poet, writer, economist, former professor, and social activist, playing an inspiring role in the Green Thought Global Foundation.
Ramesh’s life is a tale of the body’s migration and the soul’s permanence — from the Kabul of her birth, to the Herat that nurtured her, to the New York that is now her field of action. She stands as a symbol of those Afghan women who, in the face of every wind and storm, have not only preserved themselves but have planted gardens of dreams for future generations — gardens that have now bloomed anew with Human and the Conquest of the Moon.
In the kingdom of literature and service, the name of Ramesh Mofleh Hosseini shines like an enduring star. Her story continues — a story of light, of words, of hope, and of the conquest.



I'd Rather Shut My Eyes

If this is love, if this is life's design
I'd rather shut my eyes, and let the world decline
A faint smile creeps upon my lips, so cold and gray
Life without you is a dark night, with no dawn to stay

Without you, breathing's but a hollow, meaningless sound
You're my moon, my guiding star, my world, my heart's profound
Where are you, my love? I search for a sign, a message true
My life's a dark, endless sea, without you, I'm lost anew

In your absence, my heart's a heavy, aching weight
I long to hear your voice, to feel your loving, gentle fate
My love, my heart beats only for you, in darkness or in light
I love you, I love you, my heart's eternal, all-consuming sight.

©®Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini




Night

The night I saw you, I cut myself off from the world
In your intoxicated eyes, a depth unfurled
I saw so much, yet didn't see you at all
The night I saw you, my heart began to fall

I bought your sorrow, took on your pain
The night I surrendered, my heart was gained
I swear by your soul, I reached my own
The night I saw you, my heart was made known

Beside you, peace took on a new meaning
My world became beautiful, my heart kept on beating
The night I saw you, I cut myself off from the world
In your intoxicated eyes, a depth unfurled

©®Ramesh mofleh hussaini





A Cry for Rights

Greetings and affection, to all who care,
Four years of oppression, with no end to share.
In Afghanistan's land, where girls once dared to dream,
Their basic rights, now shattered, like a broken theme.

Where are the rights to education, to learn and to grow?
To work and provide, with dignity, as they should know?
Women's rights, a fundamental truth, a human right,
Not a privilege, but a birthright, shining with equal light.

Let us raise our voices, for the silenced and the bold,
For the girls of Afghanistan, whose futures are yet untold.
Let us stand united, for human rights, for what is fair,
And demand justice, until equality is everywhere.

©®Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini




Innocent Heart's Lament

Oh, poet, come and bear witness to my pain,
A heart once full, now shattered in vain.
No sound escapes, no tears are shed,
A silent sorrow, locked deep within my head.

Damn this virtual world, this Facebook guise,
Where love's a game, and hearts are compromised.
Girls cry out in silence, their voices unheard,
Their pain and anguish, like mine, forever blurred.

I've never known love's warmth, only its despair,
A hollow ache, a wound beyond repair.
I'll carry love's coffin alone, through life's dark night,
No solace, no comfort, just an endless, loveless fight.

Meanwhile, the heartless one, with no remorse or shame,
Revels in joy, without a care, without a claim to blame.
Years of suffering, for the crime of being true,
Innocence punished, while the guilty walk anew.

Come, poet, calm my soul, and tell me of this fate,
The murderer of my heart, who walks, unpunished, elate.
I search for answers, but find only pain and fear,
A heart, once innocent, now lost, forever tear.

©®Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini


My Heart

My heart is heavy once more,
Tears fall, and I'm lost on the floor.
Crying is not optional, it's my fate,
For in my sorrow, I find no escape.

It's been an eternity since love's warm touch,
Left me deprived, with only tears to clutch.
Oh God, I'm a stranger, in this world so cold,
With sorrow as my sole companion, my heart grows old.

If this is love, if this is life,
I'd rather not see the world's strife.
From my cold lips, laughter escapes,
A mask to hide the secrets of my tired heart's aches.

How long will I be a toy, a plaything for pain?
How long will I deceive my heart, and hide my true refrain?
How long will this sadness last, and shroud my soul in night?

©®Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini