The Prisoners Of Darkness,2nd Volume, Flowers In Flames Poem by Matloob Bokhari

TITLE: PRISONERS OF DARKNESS
POET: MATLOOB BOKHARI
COUNTRY: PAKISTAN
I soar like a colourful kite towards sky- higher above the mountains, above the tall trees beyond the clouds, above the dancing rain, beyond the rainbow. My soul like a bird in flight searches skies for wisdom. Those who have no wings; those who can not fly; those who are fluttering birds; those who are prisoners of darkness; those who are not brave to rebel against the cruel system; those who swallow the suppression; those who have heavily invested in status quo call me a mad bard.
I know one day I will die but my thoughts will light the lamp of holy freedom in the minds of those who are oxygen of the cruel system. My poetry will water the tree of liberty and bring radical revolution in the four walls of classrooms. My words, thoughts and ideas will give hope to the hopeless, courage to those who are suffering from chains and slavery and walking in the dusty streets and on the dirty soil.
My lyrics will plant the flowers of love, brotherhood, kindness and sweet peace in the minds of my blood brothers.
Everything on the earth will finish, but I know I will die not. My soul with all souls of lovers will sing hymns of love and make melody to Lord in the garden of God.