Distance decreasing
The world is squeezed
like a village
over populated
People choose
whom they know
and those they visit
and avoid the rest.
This rough soil village
and hard mountains
rained soaked
binds them.
Like Venice
with rivers for streets
houses appearing so close
yet so hard to reach.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.205/Page.271
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© Afzal Shauq
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