Be Born Rebellious Poem by Kazi Zuberi Mostak Mostak

Is it possible for me to question you?
When you go to the question, I have just left the tongue without telling the truth.

I thought I would protest with your eyes,
But you have taken my eyes off the crime of identifying you.

Do I have the power to finger you?

My finger has eaten long ago
Your hungry dirty politics.

Let's go and look at you
I lost that leg going to a rally against you.

Yet I protested against your first trip to struggling,
Rebels will be born as many times as death.