My Dream My Freedom Poem by Shariq Lone

Oh, people of the world I saw a dream.
In my courtyard everybody happy. One side is dead bodies,
and another side is celebration.
They picked the flag of freedom.


I saw a different atmosphere in my courtyard.
Crowd came to take martyrs.
They are our freedom fighters.
They are our heroes.

What is happening in my courtyard.
They came to me.
They said 'shariq Lone' now, we are independent.
I woke up.
And I got out of the house.
Everything is the same in my courtyard.
No change.
Continuously; we are under control of occupied forces.