To whom
do I complain
is it here...?
People living round me
whom my heart reaches
trying to beat as one
run from me
I present songs of love
played on my heart's violin
But they would rather
dance for money.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.213/Page.282
Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php?
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Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
© Afzal Shauq
This poem is a sad testament to the value placed on material things. In the end, the things we can't hold in our hands are what counts. They are the real treasures in life. Wonderful poem! Anna
Wow..what a great begining! ! I am lucky..I loved this poem..how very thoughtful, Thank you for uploading marvellous thoughts on poemhunter
Nice poem containing beautiful words to express your pain seeing the plight of society of the present era. The world has been dominated by wealth and now there is no value of man. I like your poem ^_^
you can complain to your words you can complain to your god because he's the only one will hear you
Slam, You have written this very nicely.very adorable keep writing.
It kind of makes you think...I like it very nice hope you continue writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I present songs of love played on my heart's violin But they would rather dance for money.' - You loved them honesty from the depths of your heart. But they instead fell for material and superficial things like look and money... they lost...... such depreciates and grows old... the the love of a heart only grows.....