My Liberty Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the service of the victor
Hiding faces behind fences
They think the motherland forgives
Holy Spirit enchants with moans
The bullish bear has the habit to snatch
God was once the shield of the king
Other names of God have been invented
He who follows the camp
Over bearish in the service of the victor
The mansions of power has more than that
Rub your skin to get white
On birth I heard the sound of bullet
Before anointed holy verses in my ear
On wedding my mother was given
Feel of the ancient gun of valor
Blood stained piece of shirt was my possession
Revenge of my lost liberty
The dragon sleeps still holding the breath
One foot on my soil with designs
Rivers of blood will you have to cross

29/1/2010
Islamabad