Criminal

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. _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.216/Page.285 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 PDF files: http: //khyber.org/books/ashauq/index.shtml Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq © Afzal Shauq