Spelling Tomorrow Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

On my way to you I met many
Crossed the virgin weathers
And heard the unheard hymns
Path's fragility I foresaw
For the sake of your trace
For the sake of truthful track
I did suffer much
I lived a lot!
Now your lips appear to me
I see upon them the scratches
And there I see the light
Light of liberty, light of love
Regret dies and dies every doubt
Drunken and poisoned we rise
We rejoice the tired souls
Renaissance accompanies sunrise
All the prisons crash to ground
And smiles the reality all around!