Words Of The Mirror..Not Mine Poem by Afzal Shauq

The day of Herders
now has past
their way of life
now driven by others

Even their children
know the candles
have gone out
and see by a new light...

The other side of the mirror
still holds to pride
in the ancestor's sword
now blunt by time...

Reflecting on one thought
we will be the winner
but we became the loser
and now live like slaves
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.140/Page.188
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