Prisoner Of The Body Poem by Afzal Shauq
Prisoner Of The Body
I was near...
about to find
the way out
from this cage
I was willing to sit
on the shoulders of air
Keen to fly high
towards the sky,
To be free...
Suddenly my wings of thoughts
were aflame, , ,
And I like a bomb
hurling toward earth
a blaze.
Once again
Wounded...
Feeling trapped
amid the layers of pain
I was a prisoner of the body
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.295/Page.369
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5/4/2024 9:49:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Body in prison, Soul outta prison. I agree, so just when our thoughts, mind, spirit, soul, is stuck, is when we're really in prison, of darkness and of sorrow, and the hard-to-heal scars! another good poem, as usual! Best wishes,