Posted in Poetry


O flower! in my valley

You may have grown to your absolute beauty

But the tragedy of this season is that

Eyes are caged behinds the walls

You may be safe from the hands of children

but those tyrants are roaming around

you could also get crushed under their feet

You should have grown in another land

why you chose to sprout your petals here

They have set this valley on fire

The hearts are burning like never before

They are chaffering our lands in their markets

The blood has become cheap for them to shed

O you flower!

be a witness to our struggle

be a witness to our blood

Tell those bees, the story of every martyr

to spread the message in the winds

swirling around and touching the feathers of falcons

to tell them the time has come

to rise and end the reign of tyranny