Afzal Shauq Poems

If only
by some chance
I had an idea
that I will lose my own face one day
...

Once again
Open eyed till morning
I question...
Do I choose to see
...

It's true that
the journey of life
is quite panicky..
and
...

Yea, I remember very well...

In that mid-night hour
when I was writing
...

' Oh Shauq!
weak of courage..
Tell me...
How will you tolerate
...

See the sky
like a roof over
our the heads
covering the earth.
...

See...
the desert heart
waters its thirst.
Sweat
...

The stars are nothing...
mere flashes of light
like sparks flying from the fire.
The poor are dry wood...
...

Houses white as snow
built on labor's sweat,
and orphan's tears.
Their blood sucked dry
...

People of sorrow
liken to a skeleton
they hunger and thirst.
...