Pathan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pathan

Of snow, white, ground
But reddish is sky…

Vehicles on the road
Can skid, may slide.

If one goes to Lahore
From there, Karachi
To take tour in its full
Around the Pakistan
Will find in bus, truck
Drivers, as "Pathans."

Pathans like driving;
Enjoy hills when winding
With gorges on the sides
Very deep, dangerous
To make the hearts throb.

This is how they were, are;
Pashto from Waziristan
Where supports Taliban…

Here too, some of them
Love the risk and danger
(Driving here, there…)

Such a life to them is
Most joyful, to the end.

Their oral history
Is of Khans in mountains
That lived in India
To end of Tora-Bora…

When Gandhi was a child
Britain colonised India
Most of their Muftis said:
"Go and fight, be brave
Since this is for Jihad, "
Same was with Taliban.