Pashto (Pashtoons/Afghani Language And Pride)

Who is that person? daughter... sister...lost bound by blood in madness cries hopeless... Red eyed women Tatter are her clothes matted her hair walking life's streets shoeless… Not knowing herself world weary she trod moving onward foul wind driven aging.... Henna dreams gone youth long faded begging people seeking answers yearning.... Blind people of the world... look at her who she truly is daughter...sister Pashto. See the dregs of beauty past. with her scarfless head and weathered hands left to wonder the streets homeless. Why is this her plight... Tell me blind people why must she live so this life of deprivation homeless. Family she keeps seeking yet none can be found all are lost to her or are they dead alone... Open your eyes know well this beggar the mountains daughter lost beauty a nation's pride Pashto. ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.67 /Page.103 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq