Zahid From Pakistan
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15 November 2010
Zahid from Pakistan
I AM WITHOUT ANY CARE
There is very little in my heart
I don’t know either hate or love
But what I posses, hard to express
Like affection in prejudice’s stress
I feel a chain of tears and smiles
Whatever it is, it’s stranger than skies
The skies of my enemies’ shadows
Disserting a kingdom of meadows
My blood is not obedient to me
My breath is not an opening key
My lungs are locked from fresh air
Of my blood, who needs to care
15 November 2010
Zahid from Pakistan
I AM WITHOUT ANY CARE
There is very little in my heart
I don’t know either hate or love
But what I posses, hard to express
Like affection in prejudice’s stress
I feel a chain of tears and smiles
Whatever it is, it’s stranger than skies
The skies of my enemies’ shadows
Disserting a kingdom of meadows
My blood is not obedient to me
My breath is not an opening key
My lungs are locked from fresh air
Of my blood, who needs to care