Fairy

The journey long with broken heart I take my rest. Off in the distance I suddenly hear sweet singing... it calls to me.... I possessed am drawn in its direction When I arrive there before my eyes Is she... This vision more fantasy than real. with a face more delicate than a doll Her hair finer than silk blown by the wind and eyes so green they would emeralds fade My eyes must deceive for she had wings this vision of beauty sitting among the flowers I reached out for just one touch but as my hand neared she flew away... Becoming but a dream that will forever haunt Leaving just this song upon the air... Fairies come But never stay Nor be touched by human hand Fairies must go away to live in fairyland And since that day As a dreamer I search the world for that sweet fairy. ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.74 /Page.111 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq