See the faces
lined by mourning
and past cruelties.
Oh you death...
Your damage done
Now forever crying...
There was a time
These were mouths
Sweetly sang
And recited poems.
Once these ideal faces
with sweet voices
reaching out to me
now are only alive
in thought's depths
I remember...
The beautiful faces
Kabul radio in the air
And sweet voices calling
come to the island of dreams.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.160/Page.215
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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