Beat the drum, <br />Sing the couplet, <br />Freedom is not because of you, <br />It is in spite of you, <br />I need to get a look, <br />In the heavy haze of whitened smoke, <br />The rhythmic movements of your body, <br />You hands in the skies, <br />I am to myself again, <br />What illusive self, <br />To fly to and from self to self, <br />We though meet or not, <br />We are one soul. <br />I stretch from corner to corner, <br />Dig deep and look up, <br />This is the street in freak. <br />Every corner and wall, <br />is celebrating life and death.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-nights-xiii-life-and-death/
