Mohammad (P.B.U.H)

When by cruel time beaten and I feel myself wounded Each wound like the flower blooms in agony... I feel a breaking inside like a house into rubble when earthquakes shake destroying everything. Through all these tortures Before the first tear falls streaking my weary cheek YOU reach out to help YOU... like the Christ healing my wounds removing my pain. ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.76 /Page.114 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq