Hoping Good Days Poem by Afzal Shauq

Amazing...isn't it?
The poor trapped
Empty handed
As centuries pass.

They work the soil
Growing crops
Never tiring
Heads in submission

Living in hope
The time will come
For their success
Never quitting.

The dusty wind
Moves in circles
Like fairy's rings
that grows in Spring.

Circles of nature
Always returning
the promise of hope
Good days to come.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.259/Page.332
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