Handcuffs

Aga Syed Amin
How long I chase the questions;

In the flawless court where nothing is hidden;

From its judges

Nay oppressor, neither transgression

Neither a lie nor my truth will be denied;

The truth will be presented and chide

The beliefs will be asked me therein;

Do we have not made a cradle?

You sleep on

For you days and nights and seasons will appear?

Do we have not stretched your inspirations?

Oh, How could I escape myself from the court....?

Mine black whisky torts timid and errant self...?

My score book will be hanged therein...

Nay bribes will save me therein....

Thus I got embraced with my bed candle:

Yowl me twitchy in the running passages of time;

All threats worries, pains remain boosted

I promised my bed candle if we will be alive this night;

We shall share the rays of new sun....