Afzal Shauq Poems

In daylight we hurry
towards the night
hiding who we truly are
From everyone
...

The one,
who makes me die
in sweet way...
is the face of my soul
...

In matters of love…

I am moving
towards madness
...

True Beauty given by God
symbol of honor and respect
pride of homes and families
has been lost in eyes of lust.
...

Afghan wounded
Seeking treatment
you medicate...
But you must know
...

The one...
looks at me
seems you...
...

If a meager
friendly smiling gestures can
easily occupy
the hearts in control,
...

In the name of whom
I truly dedicating my poetry...

Today...
...

Whenever...
I feel near
the end...
I become hungry
...

Here...
can not see..
separation
Here…
...