I stepped a head
on the path of life
with great hope.
It is my wish
to find sweet rest
under the tree's cool shadow.
But Cruel the times
which keeps me treading
burning under the scorching sun.
There is no tree appearing
throughout this great expanse
this desert called life.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.40/Page.70
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© Afzal Shauq
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