I thought
hurry...get up
The murderer
is coming...
Driven..
I wish to attack.
Eyes of anger
day turns black
I arose...
fearing death
nervously...
taking the knife
Yes...
I could attack
the chest exposed
I have my chance.
Suddenly...
I lunge
a noise
the mirror shatters.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.208/Page.275
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
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