Mohammad (P.B.U.H) Poem by Afzal Shauq

When by cruel time beaten
and I feel myself wounded
Each wound like the flower
blooms in agony...

I feel a breaking inside
like a house into rubble
when earthquakes shake
destroying everything.

Through all these tortures
Before the first tear falls
streaking my weary cheek
YOU reach out to help

YOU...
like the Christ
healing my wounds
removing my pain.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.76 /Page.114
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© Afzal Shauq