Salman Rushdie

"A poet's work is to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and to stop it from going to sleep."

Salman Rushdie

Two Years Old Child Inside of Me

Two years of child inside of me
Weeps for the motherly arms
To hold on

Water fills in the hollow of the eyes
As the old songs get played in the air
Oh, how I used to run after the independence
And for the freedom.

Today I am a man
And no chain on the planet is strong enough
To bind me
But oh! I am just a man
And how I long to belong
how I long to belong.

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