Azadi, I am!
Dying in the hearts of millions
Hiding beneath the darkest of all skies
The days full of white lies
And a cup of phrases
Bought nothing other than oppression
Injured verses of wounded poem
Lost in the darkest of all hours
Need no time to bury you all
Silence is the normal pandemic.
Loaded guns and sharpened weapons
Chained the world to keep in fear.
I wanna paint free birds on my canvas.
Flying in search of truth
Will I live tomorrow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem