I Love My Land Poem by Mohammad Younus

I want to tell you one thing:
If I look at the crescent moon...
at the end of the dark lunar fortnight;
If I hoist the flag with a crescent emblem on the chinārs and rooftops;
Or draw a graffiti of the flag on my wrinkled face;
My patriotic actions must not annoy you;
You should not apply the law of sedition against me;
I am just dreaming to regain everything that I have lost;
I fantasize aromas, light and music of peace and freedom...
Waiting for me and for my wretched people;
Well, now, if little by little, you stop inflicting pain upon me...
I shall stop holding grudges against you in my heart little by little;
If, suddenly, you stop tyrannising me...
Do not apprehend vengeance from me;
For I shall already have forgiven you,
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten about the golden memories of my land;
My love for my land shall never start yawning,
As long as I live I shall keep on holding the roots,
Of the Chinār and sit under its cool shade.

Mykoul