I ask you...
Is survival right?
who is that child?
baby of the streets...
...
I will not see to the sun
My eyes refuse
I am not blind
My eyes healthy
...
Your name with mine
on walls appeared.
Like me and my shadow
striding together.
...
Someone opens their heart
to another
their love hidden...
Like the flower
...
I like
the bird
made tired
my wings from flying.
...
This is not that nation...
according to Papa's dream
Nor is this life...
...
Being Pashtoon
I show no weakness
which lessen name and status
before my children.
...
Wind of autumn!
Hot dusty storm!
Well known you are...
...
Who is that person?
daughter... sister...lost
bound by blood
in madness cries
...