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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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