I am a Pashtun
with miserable present, troublesome past and dim future!
And I have my family tree
that goes for thousands years and tell you thousands stories!
And I have a land to live
but not for me to live.
And I have eyes
that see and cry....
And I have a family
that I love, like you love yours....!
And I have an ego that rules over me
And cheap pride
that I prefer over your kingdoms.
And I have an empty stomach
That I prefer over yours empty desires and greed.
And I have a heart
which beats within my chest...
For every time it beats
it asks for love and peace.
I am a bird,
but not a free bird.....
And I want to fly
like you want to fly
And this road that you stand on -is mine
And my forefathers fought for it.....
with grace and dignity
like you fought with courage for your empire!!!!!!
And those rugged mountains that you see
And this tree that you see
shows my strength.....
Ask Greeks and Aryans
Huns and English
Arabs and Mughal
For we rule to love
like roots of the tree
that wishes to expand...
And we fight to win
like you play to win!!!!!!!
And you call it play and we call it war.......
You call it playground
we call it battlefield.....
And I am a river....
And I will take you with my flow...
And I will give you water
water of love and peace
of Pashtunwali and honour.
You may cut my throat- not my roots?
For I have heard from my parents
and the words echo in my ears.....
and men do not die with the death of their bodies...
(Farid Gul, 31th January, 2009)