Pashto (Pashtoons/Afghani Language And Pride) Poem by Afzal Shauq

Who is that person?
daughter... sister...lost
bound by blood
in madness cries
hopeless...

Red eyed women
Tatter are her clothes
matted her hair
walking life's streets
shoeless…

Not knowing herself
world weary she trod
moving onward
foul wind driven aging....

Henna dreams gone
youth long faded
begging people
seeking answers
yearning....

Blind people of the world...
look at her
who she truly is
daughter...sister
Pashto.

See the dregs of beauty past.
with her scarfless head
and weathered hands
left to wonder the streets
homeless.

Why is this her plight...
Tell me blind people
why must she live so
this life of deprivation
homeless.

Family she keeps seeking
yet none can be found
all are lost to her
or are they dead alone...

Open your eyes
know well this beggar
the mountains daughter
lost beauty a nation's pride
Pashto.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.67 /Page.103
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