Wind of autumn!
Hot dusty storm!
Well known you are...
plucking leaves
driving clouds...
sand mountains forming
The air dust filled
the markers topples
upon the body's grave
Wind of autumn!
Hot dusty storm!
Well known you are...
A child of courage
born from mother's milk
with patience abides...
I am not water's foam
nor the desert tent
at your power's mercy...
Wind of autumn!
Hot dusty storm!
Well known you are...
Blowing winds
can not destroy me
nor cease my desires...
Nor the candles flame
will it extinguish
Till that fateful morn...
When in that moment...
death shall make his call
and I will be no more.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.15/Page.43
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
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