Freedom... Someday! At the brink of The weeping dusk. Amidst the hazy And mournful Evening, Through the silvery Sailing skies, The moonlight will Fall into the Dal Lake, And a new ray Of hope will rise from The brassy heaven. And the rainbows Over here will not Bleed more. The Karbala of our Sufferings will disappear. And I will sit on the Bank of river Jhelum And will write the Story of my freedom! © Mohsin Itoo 05 June, 2020 ( A work of fiction )