Whistle
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Afzal Shauq
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In my thoughts
I try to compare
the poor rough people
of Pashtoon soil
with the people of
red and white skin.
Then instead of speaking...
after a cold sigh
a whistle escapes
to my surprise.
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Poem In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.280/Page.354
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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