Being ethnic you could be living,
A majority, but a minority you happen
Across. At heart the new tag of terrorists -
Bulls' eyes, pointed guns and fingers,
A projection pejorative and rewarding.
The cheeky multitudes have brown faces
Add some pigment to yours and slangs,
The slings may soften their throws
And by the side of the divine, sit
Kneed and follow the prayers, to save,
You from the devil's doing and hell.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 18,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem