The Value Of Life Here Poem by Afzal Shauq

When gone...
I pride myself
thinking...
I would be
held dear by my people

Whenever...
The broken graves
sadly...
I gaze at
I feel of little worth

My value...
merely pennies
because...
those now dead
valueless to my nation..
that known to be a marshal
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.168/Page.226
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