The Tribesman Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A tribesman
In a dusty valley
A market
Sold gun powder and bullets
A turban on his head
Worn out
From evil protection
Small beads hanging on his garment
His daughter
In prime youth
Of sharp cuts and braided hairs
A shepherdess..
Of lovely nature
Un adulterated
Of vices in men
And nature too
She was unaware
Dressed in red linen and blue strips
In her wandering with her flock
She, one day felt
A lot of pain
In one of her knees
A bone disease
The doctor told her father
Amputate the limb or she will die
The tribesman
I will let her die, than amputate her limb
My honor would not allow me to keep her
Home… all her life
The young girl
Had nothing to say
A few months later
She died of pain