Own Settlement Poem by Afzal Shauq

I like
the bird
made tired
my wings from flying.

With the season's change
Like the white crane
returning
after wintering
far from home
Wish to return...

But to what homeland...?
Lost are the ways
known to me...
and returning...
could lead hell.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.305/Page.382
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