Dream He Had Poem by Maida Iftikhar Chikan

I had a dream,
a dream
that always occupied me.
In the day
and then night,
I would think of it
but,
who knew fate?
It had all weird plans
to ruin that sleep
and my merry dream.
So i became a 'cannon fodder',
my blood arorned the heavenly streets.
But my story is somewhere lost,
so dear beloved,
wander and find me never
for I am all gone.
Your tears God will value
will he liberate my land?
and break the shackles?
Then will you rejoice one day,
but in my absence
and I shall rest in peace
but all alone.