Nightmare

I am haunted... be it waking or in sleep. I sense a hand of fire burning hot coals... advancing towards me this horrible hand... and when it reaches me I start to cry... tears like rain flowing from my eyes... _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.34/Page.64 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