By Asif Murad Umrani
Thou put her body down.
Could thou to her vision?
Hell nay!
Thy sight, weak for thus,
Was not that only one;
But are in thousands.
Thou see!
The crave for autonomy,
is absolute in blood.
This madness, this eagerness
is in vain.
Can thou dare extract in from folks?
Hell nay!
The Sun showers me.
The Night heals me.
The Dawn charms me.
The Dusk thrives for me.
These Mountains, these Valleys;
These Rivers, these Deserts;
Are mine!
My existence is a sheer Revolution;
For I hell nay knee down!
