Supersticious Confounded

Sometimes It happens... Like that I see my face Grown up on the body of some else but yet... ask myself surprisingly Is it really me.... This human being Superstitious confounded Barks out at me like a dog. _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.260/Page.333 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