Dream Chasing Poem by Afzal Shauq

I reach out
with weary hands...

She almost
within my grasp...

With great speed
flew desert bound.

Her protector
the swirling sand.

Now nothing...
hidden from view.

Now living
in Dream's Island...
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.94/Page.133
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