To My Friend

Without you I am incomplete... Because of you fame now Is ours... Your beauty like spring renews with color the heart and soul I vie with others who desire you... Full of life's thick blood So often pricked by you My blood has thinned to red ink. I know your sting's pain Un healing wounds I carry. Yet like thorns on the rose I desire to protect you. I am scorched by your fire... Smoldering like the Kaknus in the hot summer afternoon which burns itself when singing. I pursue life because of you... I feel myself rushing like the passenger going towards his destination. My life is a grave when you are gone... I within myself to hide my body a lifeless shell and people come prepared to bury me. ________________________________ Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq Translated in English By: Alley Boling Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.45/Page.75 Web Link: http: //khyberwatch.com/nandara/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=378&Itemid=1 © Afzal Shauq