Eyes Poem by Afzal Shauq

Eyes open with the sun.
Seek now for the truth.
Lost are the dreams.

How many innocent eyes
in the hot afternoon
with lashes burned are tired...
sweating...
trying to quench
their endless thirst.

How many beautiful eyes
walk the night streets
in darkness
waiting…
crying...
trying to last
till the sunrise.

But eyes still remain closed.
Blind to all the poor...
Each day new faces arrive.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.27/Page.57
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