The ancestor's sword
is all you have left
the last sign of your
freedom and pride...
Now to be sold
for your hunger sake
to buy needed bread
to sustain your life....
And soon your pride...
Your family's honor
becomes the chains
to enslave you.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.92/Page.131
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now to be sold for your hunger sake to buy needed bread to sustain your life a very true and meaningful profound poem Afzal..prisoners of us we are..prisoners of others..prisoners of the food to fill that need, prisoners when our hand is able only to reach the eyes which only bleed ..