I Spread Them Over Boundaries Of Hearts.

[Fantasy]

..... gathered the wounds of my country's heart
I gathered the injuries of flowers
I gathered the lightning of bleeding tears
I gathered dried skins from wounded lips
I gathered the pain from hearts that bleed
I gathered the sound of pain
I gathered once thrilling burnt hearts
I gathered burnt spots from the top of hearts
I gathered from this wonderful melodies of spring
..... I spread them over boundaries of hearts.

- Rahmat Shah Sayel
( Pashto poet )