About the dreams that you have asked me to dream,
About the road under gulmohar on which we used to stroll in evening.
The battle declared for sake of me is now over,
The pamphlets about me have worn down from wall,
The candle has burnt out long ago,
The flowers in my honour have dried out now.
Papa you have given me wings to befriend the blue sky,
And helped me to know every color of life,
And teached me how to live free on this earth.
But today the words like freedom, independence
Seem unknown to me.
May be I fail to understand what you have taught,
Or may be I fail to interpret that for a woman,
These words have different sense after all.
Today I am living far away from you
But believe me I never wanted this separation.
Why you have given me those wings of freedom?
Why you have shown me only the beauty of life?
Why you have make me taste the bliss of independence?
I never wanted to be a martyr,
Never thought of getting my name in an epitaph
Neither should I want to be a poem of a poet
Or an essay of a daily!
All I want is to dream and live
All I want is to get you along my side
But one small mistake make me obliterate
Even the name you have given is thrown in the dark.
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