The Plaint Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It was not my fault
How many more years
Centuries and ages
How many more tongues
Do I need to say this
Again and again
That
It was not my fault
Do you have the ear
To listen

But why
I need to tell you this
My fault or no fault
Whether you listen or not
But since you hold
That dagger
To rip off the tongues
That dare to say the truth

One day
My hand shall reach there
To hold your hand
And snatch that dagger
But unlike you
I shall let you speak
The truth
For we both understand
But you do not have
The courage
To speak it