Own Settlement

I like the bird made tired my wings from flying. With the season's change Like the white crane returning after wintering far from home Wish to return... But to what homeland...? Lost are the ways known to me... and returning... could lead hell. _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.305/Page.382 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