The Sword Of Khushal Khan Poem by Afzal Shauq

(A...)
Honored past...
The great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword...

Today,
crops of green
runs red with blood
the stench of dead
taints the air...

This nation..
in the name of sacred war
cuts off heads
canals once water
flows with blood

This nation
now fed by crops
nourished with blood
of slain people...
where is the dignity?
(B..)
Honored past...
the great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword...

Today,
Bullets fly
chest explode
men keep dying
for dignity sake...

Honor is stripped
fighters now gone
in its wake
beggars...

Mothers…
Sisters...
Wives …
and
Daughters…
tattered clothed
doomed to roam
for bread's morsels
in the name of dignity

(C..)
Honored past...
The great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword...

Today,
This nation
by other's will
the men are led
in this blood lust

Proud of their acts...
Yet small children
like animals
dig the waste dumps
seeking food

Children of pride
desiring warmth
burn paper scraps
in the cold nights
And this is dignity...
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.149/Page.200
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