Amazing...isn't it?
The poor trapped
Empty handed
As centuries pass.
They work the soil
Growing crops
Never tiring
Heads in submission
Living in hope
The time will come
For their success
Never quitting.
The dusty wind
Moves in circles
Like fairy's rings
that grows in Spring.
Circles of nature
Always returning
the promise of hope
Good days to come.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.259/Page.332
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© Afzal Shauq
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem