Pen Poem by Afzal Shauq

With my hands
Well creased
by time
makes my pen speak...


No floods of tears
nor rains of thought
can destroy them...

Questions arises
I see the pen
clasping between fingers
I write of people fortune.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.29/Page.59
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© Afzal Shauq