There are no recessories worth a name,
Than going down with bullets ridden –
The escape is the other side of fence,
Crossing over to the death’s expanse
But what if you face the coward squad,
Day and night, and still remaining alive.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
June 18,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem