Eyes

Eyes open with the sun. Seek now for the truth. Lost are the dreams. How many innocent eyes in the hot afternoon with lashes burned are tired... sweating... trying to quench their endless thirst. How many beautiful eyes walk the night streets in darkness waiting… crying... trying to last till the sunrise. But eyes still remain closed. Blind to all the poor... Each day new faces arrive. _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.27/Page.57 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