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With my hands
Well creased
by time
makes my pen speak...
No floods of tears
nor rains of thought
can destroy them...
Questions arises
I see the pen
clasping between fingers
I write of people fortune.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.29/Page.59
Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php?
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PDF files: http: //khyber.org/books/ashauq/index.shtml
Poet's weblog: www.tolafghan.com/members/afzalshauq
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