Misguided Passenger Poem by Afzal Shauq

Oh friend of mine...!
When I sit back
the horse of thoughts
gallops onward
towards the fountain
But You are not there

Wiping sweat from brow
I speak to him
my friend
with words quaking...

' My eyes
have yet to see
the girl who laughs
and speaks to me
on the phone'

As I uttered
these words
he smiles
with a wry look
speaks these words

'Mr. Shauq...!
you are a poet
the passenger
who runs after mirages
in the desert of life'
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.196/Page.260
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© Afzal Shauq