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The Pashtuns
The Pashtun
The Pashtuns were men of the eight Afghan tribes
Noble in heart, filled with pride
The wild horses of Kandahar within their reach to ride
Known as intense and stern
Up till now
Venerate us women and their brides
The Pashtuns were men from the Afghan tribes
Candidness in their tongue
Tolerant natured
Loyalty and sincerity in their tradition
Hospitality within their disposition
Sympathetic to the children
Playing the unchanged game
Time and time again
Humane in spirit to strangers in their realm
Over and over again
As the land witnessed attacks of all sorts
Invaders from the south and north
Gave rise to an end
These conquests of the foe
The Afghan Pashtuns sang
Amen!
Amen!
After some time came the last blow
In the Pashtuns’ plateau
Of scarce power
The Afghan men, powerless in the game
Deformed into men in shame
And started to play the games of blame
Hour after hour
In hunger
They prayed for food to devour
No reply befell
They prayed for God’s love to shower
Still, no reply befell
The Afghan Pashtuns abandoned in their piety
Not to merely men
But to the almighty inviolability
So they turned
To the opium den
The story of once a great nation
Who lost faith in the path to his creation
In the paradox of confusion
Bamboozled in their path of meditation
Adopted discrimination
Imparted their salvation
So was lost the greatness of my brothers
To this transformation
In the basis of migration
The Pashtun tribes end in annihilation
The lost see poignant days ahead
Helpless in this maze
The Afghan traditions and customs carried by the resilient wave
All is lost
For the Pashtun traditions and ways
Were merely passed on barely in oral phase
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