Freedom!

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!

05 June, 2020

(A work of fiction)

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