My Struggle
Bleeding from thousand cuts
Here I stand, my sleep is conquered
By hallucinations, I am being
Trampled by these running equines
And people have placed their bets
On them, why do I wonder if everyone
Is after my life, I’ve reached my limits
I can’t stretch anymore,
My bones are on the brink of mixing
Their jelly marrow with the aroma
Of dissent present in this air.
Here the birds chirping
Is replaced by the sound of guns
I no more heard the murmuring
Of the downside of River Sindh
And no more Liddar cradles
The stones, the water of Jehlum
From muddy is turning into red,
I’m all into this now and winning
Against the odds is something
I have endured these hardships
All my life, every drop of my blood
From the ground will raise thousands,
And they’ll pursue this path.
