Me and Father took a rickshaw
To the Khyber Market in downtown Peshawar
To see how the people like it
We passed through old shops of books
Even though people around us feared crooks
The shelves were old but bursting with information
But they seem to get neglected attention
We enjoyed the good old falouda*
A favourite desert of the pashtoon
Among them I felt proud and honoured
We gazed upon some old buildings
Going down the memory lane
Hard it is to find a place of culture and heritage
But we discovered it like IndianaJones
In the heart of the home of the Braves
*a local made frozen desert
7/11/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem, , it has a good idea and written well~10~