A beaming ray from one eye
The other behind an awning, smile
Wishes, desires born and die
And upon their graves falls a tear
She moves and walks in a born fear
Waiting for Fate for flowers or thorns
That she’s to walk on all life long
The soul finds bliss or remains forlorn
She is a village girl with no slime
Being angelic yet she’s done some crime
since long tribals are ever neglected. so many changes happened but they r untouched.so far uplifting is concerned missions have done a little in the name of religion.provoking write
How complete, the description, beauty, virtue and vice, parts of life Very nice poem
aptly describe a tribal girl, rhyme is the enemy of a poem but sometimes its a quality, too
this is the sad life of a tribal girl.nicely written.liked it.keep inking jasmeen.
...as if you have seen a tribal girl closely: She moves and walks in a born fear i've never got a chance to see a tribal girl that closely just like this your character... with beauty and with fears, she is well-portrayed! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soulful representation.Every tribal girl has her own way of life from frontier provinces of Pakistan to Central Asia bethey Pakhtun, Tajik, Khazar, Mongol or whatsoever, they are beautiful all within their boundaries, her crime could be pre-marital affairs what are not tolerated in lately predominant islamic societies.That way its true many Pashtuns do not enjoy the Bliss of westernized Turks.Inquisitive and substantiated well.