My Nation's Astray Poem by Afzal Shauq

Their way...
Undesired destination
A hungry nation cries
Their mouths open
like a beggar's cup.

And now...
The caravan passes
The people beg
Condolences
Push us forward

New thinking
enemies influence
Ways open
For people
to be hell bound.

They are still to weak
A captive community
Not seeing the shadows
preventing their release
Corrupting their nation.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.249/Page.322
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