Rumbling in the sky
lightening flashing
Dark and heavy the clouds.
The rain pores down
Flowing water across
the age parched soil.
The storm of life
rages with promise
The empty stems
of my heart
begins to bud
with flowers of hope
once deprived.
The thunder roars...
the black clouds
housed so long
within my heart
are now gone.
A beautiful light
Has parted the storm.
Bright the light
of my sweet daughter
and thus...
she was named Breshna...
bright light before the storm
And Her light
forever to shine
and remove the days of gloom
for me and Ouahiba.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.297/Page.372
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© Afzal Shauq
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