Criminal Poem by Afzal Shauq

I long to see...
yet...
everywhere...
walls...
blocking our way
Rivers that can't be cross
Mountains to high to climb

Worries harp at me
We are encircled
in this dance
of confinement.

With all these restrictions
We, free human beings
are treated like a criminals
Imprisoned for crimes
not of our commission
stealing our freedom.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.216/Page.285
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