Ceremony
undoubtedly...
But unaware
It was a hunt.
Man of a ridged society
I am caught up...
They came down
unlike fairies
from the sky.
I, alone looked human
The smiles were sweet
Eyes of beauty
shooting arrows
killing glances.
I became wounded
Ever increasing the hits
my heart compromised...
in need of medication.
Oh great the pain
And still this sweetness
increasing about me....
Intoxicating me.
Who were these hunters
accurate in aiming
Striking again and again
Where did they originate
I the game of the hunt
Found there a great joy
spiritual peace
and freedom.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.266/Page.339
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© Afzal Shauq
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