Muhafiz be khabar, aur be khatr, anjaam say be khaauf,
Khabr inhen nahi in tooti zanjeeron kay peechay kia-
hai aisa jo kay de raha hai jan’m ek baaghi ko.
Karo elaan kay baaghi inhi kay sang hai betha.
The fence and railings around are blowing another life in that soul. A different one this time. Its getting cold but its fiery within. It may melt the stones but never your heart. Dampening didn’t help, maybe its time to melt and then burn and see along the corner how it all turns to ashes. Maybe the heart has already stopped beating. Maybe its just like yours now. Or maybe its not. Maybe it can never be that way. But one thing, you must know.
The rebel is in the making.
It will be too late.