Entrapping

Distributed among hundreds I try capturing your heart. 'Then Hey Shauq! Tell me what will be my place in your heart? Will I be the last among all the others you see in your dreams....' As she asked, No reply remaining silent... Because of her my desert heart a true nomad made Thirst unending... though heavy rain quench still remaining parched Still the girl... Like the head of caravan was entrapping me in her circle of love ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.83 /Page.121 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq