Brutal New Age Poem by Afzal Shauq

The tree...
with shadow cool
Seems grown
for this purpose.
A place to retire
and rest a while
sheltered from
the scorching sun.
Where now you know sit.

Look you...
Master of a new era...!
Destroyer of your city.
Left neither walls
nor roofs standing.
From this tree's shade
your resting spot...
Do you see the flames
the ruins you left behind?
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.255/Page.328
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