Awaking From The Night

The stars are nothing... mere flashes of light like sparks flying from the fire. The poor are dry wood... trying to light the darkness till the break of dawn. This is life deprived... Where desires becomes hopelessness carried upon weary shoulders. Yet ever vigilant... They search for the light to come and the birth of a new day. ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.46/Page.77 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq