Dreams Are Not To Be Imprisoned
You besieged me,
You made me stripped,
You smashed with toes of shoes,
You pointed at me your gun,
You placed burning coals
Amid the silk of my words.
The sights my eyes abhorred
You showed them heartily;
To mould me into your pattern,
You contrived frames.
To straighten my bones,
You assembled new tools;
But O! Friend,
You cannot overwhelmed my dreams,
Now swinging cheerfully into the eyes,
Then soaring into the open airs,
With their celestial enthralling colours,
With their own will, in their own world.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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