Amazing eyes
were they...
Like glasses
poison filled,
Eyebrows like
the scorpion.
Snakes surely
hidden within...
Whenever
a glance
She cast
Arrows I release
with my eyes....
The Young Spanish girl
presented a sweet smile
and said...
'Don’t look upon us
as you do...
otherwise,
The sweet effects
of our beauty
will send you walking
in the footsteps
of a Picasso.'
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.238/Page.309
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
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