We kissed your feet, with fervor
Winged, dragged, dilapidated.
We the shadow dwellers,
Soul sellers, tremble out of fear.
They wear the faces of hungry wolves,
Canine, greed is their guiding principle.
Win us freedom, O,
Thou drunk with fearless sorrows
Sailing in tears.
O, the throwers of roses on sealed doors
Metallic, hard
The conquerors of citadels,
Where dwells the idols.
Win us freedom,
And we shall pick the blood stained shirts,
We shall put on your smiles, and
Celebrate, for they have given us enough
To mourn.
Who have mortgaged us, our generations
For three hundred years,
By their would be sons and daughters.
O deceitful spirits,
Vultures waiting on leafless trees,
We are the people
This land belongs to us, the real owners.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
August 20,2014.
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