The Value Of Life Here

When gone... I pride myself thinking... I would be held dear by my people Whenever... The broken graves sadly... I gaze at I feel of little worth My value... merely pennies because... those now dead valueless to my nation.. that known to be a marshal _____ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.168/Page.226 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