Afzal Shauq Poems

While other people
use ladders
trying to climb
to the sky
...

whenever
my soul has got
a pretty face..
...

When by cruel time beaten
and I feel myself wounded
Each wound like the flower
blooms in agony...
...

Unknown...
the nature of
your sweet smile.
...

Earth revolves...
from the dawn
till setting sun
On money.
...

The grave of Papa
surrounded...
The Pashtoon girls
eyes blood red
...

I thought
hurry...get up
The murderer
is coming...
...

(dedicated to Benita Premchand)

I know
that neither I believe in
...

Their way...
Undesired destination
A hungry nation cries
Their mouths open
...

Not the hearts of
human beings only
but the hearts of
animal kinds
...